The Laila Yuile Show – 12:00pm to 3:00pm, Sunday June 3rd, CKNW news980

On  Sundays show:

  • 6000 kms, 9 days, 5 men, 2 coasts and 1 goal : Cure Juvenile Diabetes. We’ll talk to the men of H2V about the record-setting journey and the inspiration behind it.
  • Thinking about finally getting fit & losing that weight? Swimsuit season is here – Matt Young of Innovative Fitness and Gurj Dhaliwal ,The Province’s  Fitness Fantasy participant, will talk about realistic lifestyle changes and challenges  & answer your  fitness & weight-loss questions.
  • Summers coming and soon your teen will be taking to the street as a driver or passenger. Speed kills -An indepth look at teens and speeding – do you think the penalties are tough enough? tips and advice for parents with an ICBC expert
  • His son died in a tragic high speed accident 4 years ago, and he’s trying to prevent more kids from losing their lives. Firefighter Greg Drew will talk about his struggles getting the message across to teens in schools, and what you can do to help him
  •  Why is beer suddenly the “in” thing to drink? Beer is experiencing a Renaissance like no other & historian, sociologist and beer expert Colin Jack will be here to answer your questions and teach you everything you want to know about beer .

 Plus, listen carefully for our special Sunday afternoon giveaways……

4 what it’s worth….

It started with a message, like it does for most- my mother’s voice breaking, saying I needed to call her, her tone saying more than her words ever could. The call was short,her dad, my “poppa”, was dying, and wanted me to come home. The  unbearable back pain thought to have resulted from a slipped disc, had actually been the rapid insinuation of liver cancer throughout the rest of his body.

Numb, sitting on the couch with tears streaming down my face, I thought of how poppa must have woken up that morning , never knowing that the new day breaking was actually the beginning of the end. I went home immediately, overwhelmed at the thought of everything I had never said, or done, regretting having waited. Selfishly, I wondered how I would pack a lifetime of memories into  the 4 weeks we had left.

I was closer to poppa and nani, my maternal grandparents, then anyone else in this world. They were the grandparents childhood dreams are made of- loving, indulgent, comrades in arms if I was in trouble, a soft spot of caring when I was hurting.The crude tattooed number on his arm, and her leg,  taught me that what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger. And now, the only thing I could do to help this man who had given me so much of himself, was to be by his side as he began his departure from my life.

What do you say to someone who’s dying?

There are no words, so much being said when we met each others eyes for the first time.

Those last days were filled with moments so tender and poignant; cutting his hair for the last time( he wanted to look good when he died !) and discovering ways to soothe and nourish him, making his passage as easy and painless as possible.

The moment I cherish most happened in the middle of one of his last nights. Awoken by his cries for help, I padded down the hall into his room, where he asked me to get Nani to help him go to the commode. I refused to wake her, exhausted as she was  from the ordeal we were living, and said I would help him.

Embarrassed, and frustrated by the constraints of his weakness, he refused, not willing to relinquish the dignity of toileting himself. Angered and exhausted, I simply lifted him up, escorted him over to the commode and told him to consider it repayment for handling all my diapers when I was a wee babe.

He laughed, and leaving him alone to do his business, I leaned against the outside of the door and cried, not wanting to ever forget the sound of his laughter.

We sat alone in the dark on his bed that night, side by side, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders against the cold.

There was so much I wanted to say, but couldnt – how much I loved him, and needed him , how much I appreciated every little thing he had ever done for me.

I looked at him, and seeing the sparkle of tears on his cheeks in the dark, I knew that he too was struggling to find the words. I learned then that sometimes words are unable to express what can only be told by the heart and soul of two people who are truly connnected in ways beyond the body .

As we hugged for what seemed like a lifetime, I  knew he would be with me always.

He died exactly 4 weeks to the day of my mothers call, and I was devastated. My grandmother never recovered from the loss of her lifelong love, grieving for years still, until she joined him in death last year.

Why am I writing this today ? I miss him. He would have had a hoot , seeing what I am doing now, following my dreams.

Our days on this earth are numbered, and it’s something we often forget. If there are things you want to do, or things you want to say to someone, don’t wait. Are you living the way you want to be remembered?

If I could go back, I would in a heartbeat.  Carpe Diem , my friends. Seize the day. I plan to honour my poppa by living my life to the fullest and leaving plenty of stories for my children when I am gone….

The lessons of 15 minutes of “fame”-observations from the desk of the Talk Show Idol

*What is more telling than the people who have congratulated you,are the people who have not.

* With the smallest amount of “celebrity” comes the expectation from others that you suddenly have some sort of power.

*  Two faces are not in short supply, nor are catty, snide and infantile remarks

*   People hate winners, and the truth.

The reality of being the Talk Show Idol Winner

Ahhhhh…I love radio!!! Where else could you appear for a brief interview wearing an old Canucks tee,boy shorts and yesterdays makeup? Did a call in to the Phillip Till show sitting on my bed, with my toddler outside pounding on the door- very fun to finally speak to the great one…….he joked about me filling in for him due to his sore throat, which I seem to be sharing today. Perhaps it was the old mug I used at the NW studios yesterday ; )

Tomorrow it’s Studio 4 with Fanny Keifer, but for now, I’m working on the line-up for my prize – The Laila Yuile Show, Sunday June 3rd  from 12:00pm- 3:00pm. I think I’m going to steal Mark Madryga for some BBQ weather updates…lol

The Final show experience could be likened to controlled chaos. Show time was scheduled for a 4pm start, and everyone- the producers, hosts and judges -were on pins and needles wondering if the Memorial Cup was going to end in overtime. This would have pushed back the programming substantially, AND impact the status of our guests. Spirit was strong and of course the Giants pulled through, but there was no way NW could leave the fans hanging without some post-game coverage. After some panicked calls to guests to confirm  continued availability, the call was made to push back our  show times by 30 mins. The entire scene was caught on camera by Corey from Shaw TV , who had come in do pre-show interviews and tape some of the action. It was hilarious, and very reality-tv-esque.

I loved it,although the first segment was a bit flat. High energy guests are a must for talk radio, and it picked up in the second segment, with a couple give-aways and some interesting callers. John Daley delivered  his “snap” question, which I answered easily and smoothly, and Peter Legge gave an impromptu inspirational critique, which brought me to tears. It may sound strange, but he has given me so much invaluable advice and I feel a bit of a bond with him. Peter, life is short, and I will continue to create a masterpiece of my life, with excellence.

This is much longer than I intended, but there is so much to say. I really want to congratulate Colleen,and it was an honour to be in the finals with such an accomplished candidate. There were so many qualified entrants, and I’m not quite sure what exactly my appeal was, but who am I to question it?  : )   I owe a huge thank you to all of my guests, who not only gave up parts of their Sundays, but willingly put themselves in the hands of the unknown.  Compelling, funny, refreshing- a good guest makes for good radio.

Finally, to  everyone  who took the time to listen, support and vote: thank you, thank you, thank you.