I have been a fan of Runrig since 1981, and met them many times while I was at University in Aberdeen. In 1997 I was sure that Runrig had ended. Then we heard of an amazing talent that had been found in Cape Breton. A few weeks later I was travelling to Alberta and BC on Honeymoon and who should we see on the in flight screens but Bruce? And what a voice, I was sure then that Runrig would go on, but little could we know that this wonderful human being would not only allow them to continue but to gorw and flourish, a band transformed and 20 more years of wonderful music, including some written by Bruce. Kim, Dylan, Jodi, thank you so much for lending him to us on the other side of the pond. It was clear whenever he spoke or wrote about you just how much he loved and was proud of you all. It is clear from the countless posts on line just how heartbroken so many thousands of people are, Bruce touched the lives of so many people it is quite incredible. I lost my own Dad a few months back so I know something of the pain you must be feeling right now. At his funeral we used a lyric from one of my favourite songs Bruce sang, with Runrig and with Julie Fowlis. I have taken great comfort from the words given to us by Calum and Rory. Father Doug used them yesterday in the beautiful service, but they deserve to be repeated again and again. I hope they bring you something of the comfort they have given me. Somewhere on the arc of ages We are born, we cry On this spinning orb of wonder We live, we die Still the moon and the stars will shine When we've both had our time Somewhere in the dark I'll find you Somewhere in the light, I'll meet you there Where immortal souls collide Somewhere out there Can't bear to leave this path of years And the joys that it unfolds Can all this just be ground to dust Without meaning, resolve, untold This love is gold, can't let it go It's for all of time Somewhere in the dark I'll find you Somewhere in the light, I'll meet you there Where immortal souls collide Somewhere out there Somewhere out there On the arc of ages On this orb of wonder Where the light is growing Where the sun goes under