I knew Dave when we both were in creative communications at RRC. He was such a good guy, funny, kind, and good friend. Rest in peace.

Lindy was absolutely awesome !! Great team mate on Teddy Bobs

I only knew Lindy from hockey at the highlander.

I saw him for many years working in the office , on the ice as a referee and monitoring the locker rooms keeping us in line .

He was a fair honest guy with a wicked sense of humour

I will miss him 

My deepest condolences

Dear Brenda Zane and  Eaden

My deepest condolences for all of you at the most sad and heartbreaking (difficult) time . Sending love , prayers and hugs to you for across the Globe 💟☮️xoxo

Brenda, Zane and Eaden

My heartfelt prayers to you on the loss of your husband and father, May the Lord of peace grant you what you need

Lindy was a friend of mine, who shared many religious battles with me. We enjoyed working together (refereeing) many times a week over a 20 year span and usually that was our conversation of choice between games. 

I will be ever grateful of our conversations as he made me stronger in my faith. 

My favourite story of Dave is I told him I would get him to come to church one day, he said not a chance. I told him that if i pass away, my wife would call on him to be a pallbearer, his reply was okay I guess I have to, then unfortunately you left this earth to soon as the Lord said your time on earth was done 

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Lindy

What can you say about Dave Lindberg, the man who was, and will always be, simply known as ‘Lindy’? There’s a lot. He had many sides to his personality.

Of the top, Lindy was a teacher, a manager and a mentor. He preferred to be that person who paved the way so you could get where you wanted to go. He always wanted to help. As such, he excelled at being a programme director, music director, broadcasting professor and hockey referee.

Radio brought us together a long time ago in 1985 when I arrived at CKY. Lindy was at CITI-FM and we were station buddies. He was on-air back then, learning that aspect of the business but he began to come into his own when he appointed music director at CKCK Regina. He shone at music rotations, ask the guy who replaced him and just couldn’t do it.

When Lee Sterry hired me for mornings at Magic 99.9, I was delighted to find out that Lindy was the PD. I began to take my lunch and coffee into his office at work and we’d sit, eat and yak. We seemed to be drawn to each other, and that as Bogie once said was “the start of a beautiful friendship”. He was a real asset to the station and Lee in particular because Lindy knew the market like the back of his hand.

He loved Winnipeg and Manitoba, to the point where he’d take the family for provincial vacations. He toured Flin Flon. “Why would you go there?” I asked. “The Bombers!” he replied and showed me his prized ‘Flin Flon Bombers’ cap (which he wore constantly for the next year). I thought this was a great idea and Shan and I began to do the same, with trips to Hecla Island, Steep Rock and Riding Mountain.

Later Lindy taught broadcasting, guiding many young people and giving good advice when it was asked for. Like I said, he loved setting people in motion and this was a perfect fit for him.

Who wants to be a hockey ref? You guessed it. Again Lindy was the consummate pro on the ice, knowing when to back off and when to put his foot down. He would calm the hot -heads down with a cool explanation of his calls, admit if he’d been wrong, apply first aid to injuries and yell back just as loudly if someone was going wacko on him. He wanted the game played fairly and for the players to enjoy the experience. He combined this with running the Adult Safe Hockey League at the Highlander.

We began to meet for coffee at the Second Cup in the Village 10 years ago. After that we moved across the street to Starbucks until Covid started. There were some characters we met there. One guy we called ‘Capiche’ because he always ended his sentences with it. This dude used to call up the open-line show on 1290 TSN and leave his radio on so it sounded like he had an echo going on. He was a bit of a music fan and one day engaged us in talking about the band Savoy Brown. “Oh yeah, Kim Simmons” I said. Lindy piped up that Foghat was the result of some members leaving Savoy. “I’m Tired” (Savoy Brown record) I added. Capiche was amazed. “Wow, you guys know your stuff!” he exclaimed. I looked at Lindy, he looked at me, then we looked at Capiche and both said “We’re jocks.”

We told our stories week after week and began to repeat some. No one corrected the other. They were good to hear again. Lindy most loved when I talked about my air force days and the aircraft I’d worked on and flown in. We bitched or praised the Bombers and the Jets. Paul Maurice walked in for a coffee once. I made eye contact with Lindy and said in a louder voice “Isn’t Byfuglien playing just great this year?!” We worked it for a while and after Maurice left, laughed and said PM will be relaying to his coaches about all the Big Buff talk going on in the coffee shops!

You couldn’t want a better friend. He’d always drive me pretty much anywhere I wanted to go after coffee, most often to Shan’s. When I was doing shows with my guitar, Lindy was my ‘roadie’. When I got cancer he was at the hospital for visits and drove me home upon my recovery. He always waited until I was safely in the door, then I’d turn and we’d wave goodbye.

After Covid hit we moved to the Nook restaurant where the coffee turned into breakfast. Lindy was a rock star there, always doing bits with the servers. He liked to park right on the corner of Wolseley. One day, while he was getting out of his SUV a guy told him he couldn’t park there. Lindy replied that he always parked there in the past and would be parking there again today. The man was no shrinking violet.

Lindy told me he had diabetes but it seemed to be controlled with meds. I wasn’t too worried about him until the disease began to take its toll. He stopped once, going back to the car and said he couldn’t catch his breath and the last time I saw him (a little over a week ago) he told me that if he fell he was unable to get up. He ate just a bit that day. Then I was worried. It reminded me so much of Friar Nicholson at CKY. The Jets colour man also had the disease and passed because of it.

We always say we are ‘shocked’ when a friend dies and even though I knew Lindy was sick, I wasn’t ready for his ending. “I’ll see you in a couple of weeks” were the last words I said to him. Lindy told me not to let anyone know he was sick. He just didn’t want people worrying or feeling sorry for him. Thus I believe he kept the severity of his illness a secret from me, wanting the normalcy of our breakfast dates to be just that. Like I said, Lindy was always thinking about others.

Above all else, Lindy loved his family. He was so proud of his beautiful boys Zane and Eaden (showed me pictures every week) and loved Bren to the Moon and back. They were the perfect couple. As Bren says, ‘a great little team.’

Now it has come down to this and the world is a lessor place without you my dear friend. To say Lindy will be missed doesn’t cut it. To those who loved him and those he touched with his gentle, steady guiding ways, he leaves a big hole in our hearts. I will go to the Nook one more time, order a coffee and one for Lindy, tell our friends there that he has passed then add some salty tears to mix with the cream. It’s the new ‘coffee with Lindy’. It’ll never be the same but he’ll always be there.

Love you Brother.

I met Dave in the 80s and he filled a gap in my life and a hole in my heart.  I'm forever grateful for the time we spent together & the phenomenal memories I'll hold so closely forever.   Fly free Dave & you're safe from bad music now ❤️

I’m still in complete disbelief that you’ve left us Lindy.  We always joked in the Promotions office that both of us would live forever because we’re far too grumpy, and…only the good die young.  Well… looks like you were fooling me, you ARE a good guy!   ❤️. 

You were such a great friend, boss and partner in Promotions with me. We took on the station ( and Sales.. lol), we could do anything as a team.  

I’ll miss your stories and wit. I won’t miss listening to Zappa but I will on your birthday.  I might even have a good glass of scotch. 

The tears haven t stopped flowing.  Reading your tribute and watching the videos, absolutely prove… you were/are one of the good guys.  Far too soon my friend. 

❤️ to your family

I met Lindy many years ago playing hockey at the Canlan - he was always the guy to ask if you ever needed someone to help out..us gals (me) somehow always managed to forget a piece of equipment & he would always try to find us what we needed….fly high buddy!! Thanks for everything you did for us! ❤️

Two weeks ago I lost my father in the night.

He just slipped away from us as he fell asleep on the 9th and sadly never woke up.

I appreciate my father immensely for everything he's done for me and my family.

My father taught me how to cook, how to be clever, to always listen more than you talk and most importantly how to be funny.

He taught me that laughter was the best way to reach people.

My only regret is not having more time with him, and even with all the great memories he's given me with our family vacations and cooking events and small moments together I can't help but feel lost knowing I won't have his iconic wit to help guide me anymore.

The most important man in my life was taken from me what feels far too soon.

I wish he could see me graduate University,

I wish he could be at my future wedding,

I wish he could see his possible Grandchildren that I know would Love him so much.

Most of all, I wish he could see how much he meant to me and how proud I am to be his son.

And how much I Love him.

Because I know I never said it enough.

Goodbye Dad,

Thank you for everything.

Uncle Dave, you were the most special person in my whole life, I love you more than words could ever describe and miss you more and more each day. Thank you for always being my superhero and helping me get over my fear of thunderstorms, horses, (mascots have still not been checked off…) saving my Blankie from the motorhome in the middle of a tornado, taking me shopping to all the girly stores at Kingsway mall, and getting icecream after when I was staying at the Glenrose after my surgery so I could have a change of scenery and making all the nurses laugh with your funny “unca Dave jokes”

You were the master of “smack talk” and were the best to learn it from. You would text me after every Jets and Oilers game, which more often times than not the oilers lost and I wouldn’t hear the end of it… to which I would have to pay my dues and buy you waffles and or coffee and a doughnut. However, I did win the last three years :).

Thank you for always being the number one best fan out there when I was on the track. Always watching livestreams, paying to watch nationals, sitting for hours during medal ceremonies and texting me after every race. My most favourite was seeing you beam with pride as you got to see me cross the finish time one last time in person, with your camera to capture the moment.

Keep the butterflies coming, they make me smile every time.

I love you forever and always.

Ah, Lindy. My heart. My brother. One of the best people I’ve ever known. I will never forget you and the wonderful times our families had together. It’s so lovely our troupes found each other, both pre and post kidlets.

These Rummerys have been so blessed to be even a small part of “Those Damn Lindbergs” lives. You were a light in that group, always being honest and kind, and as you’d tell me “hilarious.”

Cheers to you, my dear friend. All my love to BEa and the BOYZ! I will never not love you, friend. Safe journey.

(And of course, cuz why would this go well, no place for me to enter my name, lol.)

Love you, Dave. Love you Lindy. Love you jerkface.

Brenda, ZANE and EADEN. I don't have the words to express how sorry I am to say goodbye to your Dad/Hubby. He was our favourite Unca Dave over here at our house. We looked forward to summer vacations with those Damned Lindbergs.  Dave has been a constant in my life for over 30 years, I loved him since the first time he cooked me Jambalaya at Brenda's apartment so many years ago. I could fish better than him, barely golf better than him, but he could out drink and out talk me every time! This is my favourite picture of Dave. I have so few of him as he was usually the one behind the camera! We call it the Unca Dave/Jesus pose. One of our many summers visiting the family in Manitoba. He convinced my husband,  Andrew,

we should continue down south to Mount Rushmore after this stop. Little did we know it was in the middle of Sturgis! Our family of 6, a 30 foot motorhome and 500,000 bikers......going to Rushmore! You will be missed terribly by the Slesstiniuk crew. Keep sending us blue butterflies to let us know you are around, and maybe some lottery wins too.