On August 14, 1957, Robert Wayne Turnbull was born at the Hand Hospital in Shenandoah, Iowa to Thomas Edgar and Wilma Mae (Vogel) Turnbull.  Bob entered into eternal rest on December 5, 2021 at St. Elizabeth's Hospital in Lincoln, Nebraska.  Brother Bob, as he was known to many, will be deeply missed and lovingly remembered by all who were blessed to know him.

Bob grew up and lived on a farm outside of Blanchard.  He graduated from high school in 1975.  During high school he worked for McClaren Construction while they worked on Road M48.  After high school he engaged in farming with his dad.  Later he acquired his own farmland while still helping his dad with the family farm.

Bob had many interests over the years.  He loved to grow food to share with others.  One of his favorite pastimes was working in the dirt! He loved to run the bulldozer or excavator.  He was getting quite good at it.  He helped install septic tanks with his equipment as well.  He had some livestock and fed horses for people.  He enjoyed getting together with friends making cider or processing animals.  He made some really incredible summer sausage.  He was a regular attendee of the United Methodist Church, where he will be dearly missed.

Proceeding him in death were his grandparents, father Thomas, and sister-in-law Sherry.  Those left to cherish his memory include his mother Wilma Turnbull of Blanchard, sister Deb Turnbull and special friend Dave Godfroy of Farragut, IA, sister Patricia Baldwin and husband Larry of Hopkins, MO, brother Glenn Turnbull of Coin, IA, sister Janice Hughes and husband Russ of Creston, IA, many nieces, nephews, other relatives and a host of many friends.

A special note from the family....

What to write about Brother Bob so you who didn't have the pleasure of knowing him felt like you did. This is coming from our broken hearts. He was the kindest, most gentle soul I knew.  He was always there to lend a hand to anyone who needed it. Kindness was just his nature.  If someone needed hay for livestock he baled some for them.  If someone needed clothes he would give them the shirt off his back.  IF, they wanted it.  He wore holy clothes because he was ok with that, didn't need anything fancy.  Funny.. oh my his one liners just kept us in stitches.  Never would say he didn't care for a particular food he would just say "it will make a turd".  We danced at the disco, maybe had a couple cold ones. We had some fun times.  I don't think I met anyone who didn't know him in the tri state area.  He got around.

Loved farming, being outside every day was a must. He looked at people and animals differently than most. Appreciated the wildlife around, watching deer, bobcats, fought with the raccoons to stay out of his sweetcorn patch, which he grew to give away. His garden was always shared with anyone who wanted some.  Besides a big corn patch he grew turnips, onions just whatever he felt like. He made apple cider and horseradish, it was pretty tasty.  He saw the good in those that others may not have noticed.  Bob loved his life, he lived it just as he wanted. What you saw was what you got. He was our Diamond in the Rough.  He was simply the best.