Rest in peace, Turpin

**BCAC** · 26th April 13, 12:09 AM

I am so sorry to read of this sad news. I'm not religious therefore I'm not sending prayers or such like but my thoughts are with his family and friends.

**Oddern** · 26th April 13, 01:18 AM

My deepest condolences and thoughts to his friends and family.

**Ancienne Alliance** · 26th April 13, 01:37 AM

Chrystel and I are very sad.

Turpin was of great inspiration for us.

He wore the kilt in a fantastic way. A true gentleman, blending humour and wisdom.

Bon voyage mon ami. à bientôt.

Robert

**Ruanaidh** · 26th April 13, 02:19 AM

This is sad news indeed. The rabble is diminished by his loss. My sincere condolences to his friends and family.

**Derek** · 26th April 13, 02:57 AM

What sad news. So sorry to hear this. In our thoughts and prayers.
Derek & Elaine

**tripleblessed** · 26th April 13, 03:43 AM

Very sad, indeed. Deepest condolences to family. A kind, gentle man to me; I never saw him without a smile.
I had looked forward to affording one of his sporrans. See you on another path in another part of the forest.

**John_Carrick** · 26th April 13, 04:09 AM

May I also add my deepest condolences to his family and friends. Our paths crossed in one or two threads.
John

**jetstar63** · 26th April 13, 05:47 AM

I never met him and like many here just seeing the pictures so graciously sent, it makes me fell like I did know him from somewhere. This is a big loss for us all.
With love
Willem.

**jetstar63** · 26th April 13, 06:05 AM

Originally Posted by Steve Ashton

In remembrance of "The friend we never met".

Turpin will forever have under his name, in his profile, and on every post he made to our community,

A wonderful thing to do Steve.

**creagdhubh** · 26th April 13, 06:55 AM

Originally Posted by thescot

I don't know how "well," but I did know Turp personally. He was a good man, one with whom I disagreed about many things, but who was always ready with a smile and a joke. He was full of bull, full of kindness, self-absorbed occassionally and self-aware, and he could do the "Address to the Haggis" like few others.

When he was kind of in and out yesterday, we laughed about scattering poker chips around him and taking his photo while he was asleep, telling everyone that he'd hit it big at the tables and was sleeping it off. Turp would have appreciated the joke. In fact, he'd have been in the middle of it.

He could love, think, comment, curse, and share a wee dram. When we first met, he pulled a couple of tulip glasses from his sporran, poured us both a drink, and toasted life.

That was the Turp I knew. Sometimes dressed like a highlander in the 1700s, sometimes like a proper gentleman, sometimes casual and laid back. I can honestly say that I never failed to enjoy his company. He was kind of an artsy guy as well.

He died like a man--not wanting fuss, not wanting to drag it out, not wanting people to stop their lives for him. And surrounded by lovely women caring for him. What a way to go.

Beautifully written, Jim. I'm sorry for your loss, mate.

Best wishes,