Troy Murray

It’s with a heart both full and broken that we say goodbye to our dear Troy. To know him was to know a man of immense warmth and quiet determination, a Calgarian born and a St. Albert raised, whose life was a testament to showing up—fully—for the people and passions he loved. I’ll always remember him not just as the hockey star, but as the guy who’d show up at your kid’s minor hockey game with a thermos of coffee and a story that made everyone feel seen. His laugh was a contagious, rumbling thing, and his handshake was firm, always accompanied by that steady, kind eye contact that made you feel like the most important person in the room. Troy’s journey in hockey was the stuff of dreams—a Stanley Cup champion with the Avalanche in ’96, a respected centre for the Blackhawks and Jets. But his truest legacy was forged long after his skates were hung up, as the beloved voice on WGN radio. He wasn’t just a broadcaster; he was our guide, translating the fast-paced drama of the game with the wisdom of a player and the heart of a superfan. He’d break down a play with the same patience he used to teach his own kids how