Bruce Buckmaster

The last time I saw you was when you were crawling around our parents house in Edinburgh and now nearly 60 years later you have passed on. Pity we never had a brotherly relationship. Broad between us the seas have roared since Auld Lang Syne. May you find peace happiness in your rest.
David Redpath

Some children has teddy bears growing up, I had 'Ocelot fur' , Rest in peace Uncle Boo, Hope you heal away your anger, Its a shame we didnt have more time to mend, Or was we aware of what was happening, Things would have been so different if you wasnt so bloody stubborn!! Be with Jason and know i loved you 5 potatoes more xxx

To my dearest Brother Boo, the name i gave you as a toddler. My heart is broken, no pain alike for me, no chance to right our wrongs, no comfort to give you in the last few weeks of your life. This very deep wound will live with me forever. For everyone who was fortunate enough to have known you, would not be surprised to know that very regrettably we were
going through a period of not speaking…. a chink in our armour. I was certainly not alone in being on the receiving end of your wrath, but we always managed to navigate our way back. Older and more stubborn the time lingered on, but you were always in my thoughts and my love for you never waivered. I laid the first stepping stone in April when i saw you and although you were frosty I felt confident with a few more stepping stones we would repair the hurt and move forward as we had always done before. Now you are gone and no way to right any wrongs, no way to repair these broken hearts and now it seems no opportunity for me to make my peace with you.

With such a tough start in life, you galently took the role of my protector. No sibling rivalry between us, our roles were clearly defined, you protect me and tell me what to do and I try not to get on your nerves! We muddled our way through the difficulties of home life and found different ways to cope, our strongest comfort was our unbreakable bond. You were always my hero, complex, at times ridiculously stubborn but unmistakably the one constant in my life. From our adventures in St Florence, fishing for tadpoles or trying to get mother to allow us to keep the goose we walked home with one of my shoelaces tied around its leg, to my first unforgettable horse riding lesson when my extremely docile’ horse decided to be Red Rum for the day with me on board….. hearing your panicked voice shouting “just hang on Mog”! The memories flood back to me, the fun and adventures we had on the ship, travelling oceans far and wide. I remember it all so clearly. When you innocently set off the abandoned ship alarm …. to collecting the flying fish from the miles of the decks. As the years rolled on, I remember that pride you would display whenever introducing me to anyone and both alike always sought approval from one another when meeting new partners. Thankfully you loved Gary and it was the start of a very strong brotherhood.

You were a complex soul, and carried a lot of anger/pain throughout your life, frequently reminding me of the poor start we had in life, promising me always you would make it right. The frequency of your struggles in life resulted in you living with us finding comfort and support until you were ready to brave the world again. We built so many memories during these periods, not forgetting the weekly ‘come dine with me’. competitions which you and Gary took much more seriously than I did. The lavish dinners we would score, I don’t think I ever got over my 2 1/2 score from you after one of my special curries!! The low score because I didn’t fluff your rice enough…. we laughed so much.
For your Niece Jennyiffer (as you named her) she has found herself in unchartered territory, struggling to process the loss of the uncle she loved so dearly. From the first moment you saw her she became half yours and your relationship grew into that same bond we shared. The uncle that bought her first faux fur coat at age 5! You enjoyed babysitting duties and spent hours teaching her new things and when you asked her how much she loved you, she answered ‘5 potatoes much’. You watched her grow into a beautiful young girl, proud of her, and when the time came you bravely took the role of driving instructor. This turned into quite a task but neither of you gave up, the determination from you both finally came to fruition and we both presented with her first car that she quickly pimped up, which made us all giggle. Far to many memories for here ….
Rest in peace my dear brother Boo 💔💔💔

Bruce,
So many fond memories of you as my younger cousin. From being kids playing tennis at Lydstep , watching hawks at St Flo, to fixing your MGB GT in the rain on the driveway at Dumfries, you being you meant we were always laughing. Forever a conundrum but the world was better when you were around.
Sleep safe., Boo
Graeme & family.