In Memoriam: Arthur Turbyfill (with poem, "To Arthur")

Last week, a recent but great friend of mine passed away. Arthur Turbyfill, Jr., was one of the most fascinating people I have ever met; this much was apparent even from having only met him in person twice, at pagan circle meetings. A Druid, a poet, a scholar, and a friend, he is already missed by many. When I was looking to join said church, it was he who offered to meet with me over coffee and discuss the different pagan paths and his church.... I really wish we'd had the chance. When I asked him questions, it became clear that his inquisitive nature rivaled even my own, as he could expound like no other. The instance that comes to mind here was my wondering what a particular religious symbol meant. Arthur was uncertain - it was an obscure one - but he knew several others, which could have blossomed into hours of erudite conversation had we the time. And I wish we had.

Today, I attended Arthur's funerary service. The turn-up of friends and family was large but unsurprising, as he was such a well-liked man with such a burning thirst for knowledge. But what's more, he was a friend and mentor to many, with a gentle disposition and open mind. The speakers at the service said he was great at listening with sympathy to others, and that he had even helped to guide young people whose lives had been less than fortunate. From what I saw of him, I definitely believe it. To top it all off, he was known to be an avid reader, and would evidently quote Gandalf from time to time.

My thoughts and prayers go out to the other members of our affiliation, as well as his family, coworkers, and other friends. Much love to his spirit, wherever it may be now. May your journey be fun and fascinating.

Before I close here, I'd like to share my poem "To Arthur" with whatever readers I may have:

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To Arthur, whom I had the pleasure of meeting twice.

A true Renaissance man,

His thirst for knowledge, for wisdom,

Was insatiable.

To Arthur, named for the noblest of kings,

Yet humble despite his intelligence

And selfless kindheartedness.

Every discussion would leave me

With more questions than answers--

Just the way I prefer them,

For what good would it be

To conclude our quest for enlightenment?

I saw the ice's tip, but the bulk of the berg is now lost.

As true a wizard as any,

Your passing impacts us all.

The world has lost you,

But your friends have not;

Everyone is a bit wiser

For having spoken with you.

And I am grateful.