Bruce family are holding a "Celebration of Bruce's Life" today in South Australia.
It will take place between 2pm and 4pm.
I know of at least one forum member who is a lifelong Mate of Bruce that will be there.
The family know of the messages posted here as Bruce's wife has posted in a private message.
I'm sure Bruce mate will let her know there are over 100 messages here and of the how all will miss his presence here.
The information he shared the laughs we had and the friendly banter around our preferences and dislikes. He will be sadly missed by many and none more than his family and friends who have known him so much longer than the friends he made here.
When Bruce's son in law got in touch through a personal message to advise of of Bruce passing he wrote.
"Hi Chris. Sorry to let you know Bruce passed away last night. I don't know if you were mates or just distant imaginary friends.
I'm sure the family.will be pleased to know that Bruce has made many distant friends who are not not phased by the term imaginary and had valued Bruce input here.
Thanks to all who replied and Phil and John for keeping us informed.
I was privileged to be able to be part of the celebration of Bruce’s life at the Norton Summit Community Centre last Sunday afternoon. There was a good crowd of friends and relatives, including plenty of shooting mates from past & present. There was a very good display of Shooting prizes, photos of Bruce hunting, riding Quarter Horses, and Bruce with family. We heard from Bruce’s wife Yvonne, Sister Penny, Son in law Phil, Stepson Tom and were left in no doubt as to how much he loved them them and they him. Tom told how Bruce had passed on his love of horses to one stepson, and love of rifles to another. Myself and Richard ( another shooting mate ) told of our fondness and respect for Bruce, and how he will be missed by friends far and wide. We were informed that Bruce didn’t suffer Pretentious Dickheads and that our attendance probably meant we weren’t - a big relief to all of us !
Now the task remains to get on with life, knowing how lucky we all are to have known him.