David Robert Farnsworth

April 30, 1965 - September 23, 2026

David Robert Farnsworth passed away peacefully on September 23, 2026, at the age of 61. While words can never fully capture a person’s life, David will be remembered most for the love he had for his children, his devotion to his family, his creativity, his hard work, and the many little things that made him uniquely David.

David was preceded in death by his father, Donald “Don” Farnsworth, and his brother, Arlin Farnsworth.

He leaves behind his beloved children, Hailey and Hunter, who were the center of his world and whom he loved with all of his heart. He is also survived by his mother, Linda Farnsworth; his sister, Sandy Winterroth, and her husband, Dave; his brother, Joel Farnsworth, and his wife, Stacy; his niece, Stephanie, and her husband, Dylan; his nephews, Christian and Kevin; and his great-nieces, Valeria and Isabella.

David was a hard-working man who spent an incredible 43 years working at Lucky’s, which later became Albertsons, where he recently retired from. His dedication to his work was a reflection of the determination and loyalty that he brought to so many areas of his life.

In recent times, David put his faith in Jesus Christ and found comfort and joy in returning to church and Sunday school. He was especially excited about a new Bible study his pastor was beginning on the Book of Revelation. His renewed faith became an important and meaningful part of his life, and it brought him a sense of hope and connection.

One of David’s proudest accomplishments was earning his black belt in Kenpo karate. He took great pride in that achievement, and it was a testament to his discipline, strength, and perseverance. David also enjoyed passing that knowledge on to others. He taught Kenpo karate at his brother’s dojo, sharing his skills and love of martial arts with the next generation. Teaching was another way David gave of himself and shared something he was passionate about.

David also had a wonderfully creative side. He was an artist who loved drawing, especially dragons and fantasy characters, and he became the unofficial “go-to” artist for his friends and family. If someone needed something drawn, David was the person they called. His imagination brought dragons, elves, and other fantastical creatures to life on paper.

Above all else, David loved his children with all of his heart. He loved playing with them, spending time with them, and teaching them. His children were a tremendous source of love and pride in his life, and the memories they made together will remain with them forever.

One of those precious memories was picking flowers with Hailey. It was such a simple moment, but it represents the kind of memories that become priceless—a dad and his daughter spending time together, enjoying something as ordinary and beautiful as picking flowers. Those are the moments that Hailey and Hunter will carry with them for the rest of their lives.

Hunter will always remember the time he spent creating things with his dad, especially the countless moments when David would sit with him and help him build and create things in video games. David didn’t just watch from the sidelines—he joined Hunter in his world, helping him figure things out, build new creations, and bring his ideas to life. Those moments may have seemed like simple video-game time, but they were really moments of connection between a father and son. They are memories Hunter will treasure and carry with him always.

David had plenty of other passions and interests that made him uniquely David. He loved rock music, especially Rush and Judas Priest. His favorite movies included Kung Fu Panda and How to Train Your Dragon. He loved family fishing trips and enjoyed following the Minnesota Vikings. NASCAR was another favorite, and Tony Stewart was his driver.

David was fascinated by sharks, dinosaurs, dragons, elves, and fantasy—anything that captured his imagination. And, of course, there were the simple things he loved: Coke, Pizza Hut, and fried chicken.

David was a very straightforward person. He said what he thought and was never one to pretend to be someone he wasn’t. But beneath that straightforward exterior was a man who cared deeply about his family.

David did whatever he could to help his parents. He would fix things around their home, do yardwork, and lend a hand whenever something needed to be done. He didn’t necessarily need to make a big announcement about helping—he just did it. That was David’s way of showing love.

David may have been a man of few words at times, but the way he showed his love spoke volumes. He worked hard, helped his family, taught karate, created art, shared his interests, and made memories with the people he loved.

He will be deeply missed by his children, his mother, his siblings, nieces and nephews, great-nieces, extended family, and the many friends who knew and loved him.

David leaves behind a lifetime of memories—of fishing trips, drawings of dragons, karate, music, movies, family, laughter, hard work, and the countless little things that made him who he was.

He was one of a kind, and there will never be another David.

May he rest peacefully, knowing how very much he was loved.

Rest peacefully, David.

You were loved. You are missed.

And you will never be forgotten.