Dear Bruce, how can I describe what you mean to me? You're my favourite singer ever. One of only six men in this whole world, for whom I spent 12 hours each on two consecutive days standing on a Scottish field normally populated by sheep. The life and soul of every Runrig party I've ever been to. Owner of a mesmerising voice that has brought and will continue to bring so much joy into my life. A beautiful soul who has made this world a better place. An inspiration. Someone whose shouts of "Put your hands up hiiiiigh" I will miss forever. 
I had not heard of you or Runrig until in 2010 a Youtube search for Loch Lomond (the actual loch, not the song) listed a live version of the song performed by you. I gave it a listen – and this turned out to be the beginning of a love story. I am not Scottish, English is not my mother tongue, I could not then understand a word of Gaelic, I come from the other edge of Europe, there was not a single person around me who had the slightest clue of who Runrig are – my love for the band and its music has come purely from the energy of the songs, your voice, you six being so incredibly nice guys, your charisma, the values the songs expressed, your integrity, your unwavering devotion to fans. You asked me to believe in magic, and I most readily did. 
You once said at a gig before singing Every River: "I can't say I thoroughly enjoyed all the travel, but every time I get on the stage, I get on the stage with a smile on my face." I do hope that from the stage, you always saw the smiles on our faces as well. In the days following the heartbreaking news of your passing, I found some photos that my husband had taken of me in Frankfurt in 2019, at your Christmas concert – the last time I saw you live. I was 44 at the time, but the expression on my face is the pure happiness of a wonderstruck 4-year-old girl. It was one of several occasions when I felt so grateful that I live in a world where I can just fly or drive a couple of countries away to listen live to the voice of a singer coming from the other direction, all the way from Canada, a singer whose voice I cherish the most in the world of music. 
Bruce, you were not only the frontman of Runrig, you were the frontman in so many people's lives – your family, your friends, your buddies in the world of music, your fans, your community. Though I'm only a fan, it still feels like I'm grieving a family member. As always, there are songlines apt for the occasion. The words of Rory and Calum sum my feelings up perfectly: "what comes in love must leave in pain". But at the same time, I also feel the truth of your own words: Love Lives On. 
Thank you for everything – köszönök mindent. Sleep well, Bruce. 

Dear Kim, Dylan, Jodi – please accept my deepest condolences. There's not a day I do not think of you at this heartbreaking time. 
Dear Rory, Calum, Iain, Malcolm, Brian – I'm so very sorry for your loss. Sending you hugs from Hungary.