Ten years ago, my wife and I arrived home in Saskatchewan after five years in Edmonton.
It was thanks to John Himpe.
And the fact I now have to refer to him in the past tense is crushing.
He had several passions. His family, friends, radio and travel.
I remember when John gave me my twitter account with a password he thought I’d remember. He’d shake his head in disgust if he knew I hadn’t changed it since.
Just do it, he said. This is going to be an important tool to connect with our audience.
John was always ahead of the curve.
He was always looking to improve, engage and innovate whether it was with delivery, medium or writing. He always knew there was something we could improve.
He gave me advice early on: My commentaries should challenge the listener or make a point to ponder.
Instead it’s John’s death that has challenged me to seek more adventure, keep my friends and family closer and always try to be better today than I was yesterday.
But I still can’t thank him enough for bringing me home.