Today I’m sharing a song by Mike + The Mechanics, titled The Living Years.

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For those who may not remember or be familiar with the song, it speaks to a son’s regret for not having been closer to his father and for holding resentments and keeping distance from him, and realizing this was a mistake after his father passed away. He’s still young, and has children of his own, when his father dies. 

This song resonated with me from the moment I heard it when it was released back in 1988. My own father had passed away in May of that year at age 41, and I was a young woman age 21 with a new baby. My dad and I had been somewhat estranged because of so much resentment I held about his leaving us when I was 13-years-old, and other difficult occcurences that my young mind had trouble processing, much less forgiving. 

I wasn’t there when he died. He lived near St. Petersburg, FL and I was in Oklahoma. His death left me with grief so complicated it took years–nearly a quarter of a century–to come to some place of peace, and to forgive myself and to forgive him.

I implore you, don’t wait. If you are at odds with someone–your parents, children, siblings, other family, or friends–rise above it and tell them you love them anyway. 

My beautiful daughter and handsome son. I miss them.


It truly is too late to do so when we die.

You can listen to and watch the YouTube video Here


The Living Years

Every generation

Blames the one before

And all of their frustrations

Come beating on your door

I know that I’m a prisoner

To all my Father held so dear

I know that I’m a hostage

To all his hopes and fears

I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Crumpled bits of paper

Filled with imperfect thoughts

Stilted conversations

I’m afraid that’s all we’ve got

You say you just don’t see it

He says it’s perfect sense

You just can’t get agreement

In this present tense

We all talk a different language

Talking in defense 

Chorus:

Say it loud, say it clear

You can listen as well as you hear

It’s too late when we die

To admit we don’t see eye to eye

So we open up a quarrel

Between the present and the past

We only sacrifice the future

It’s the bitterness that lasts

So Don’t yield to the fortunes

You sometimes see as fate

It may have a new perspective

On a different day

And if you don’t give up, and don’t give in

You may just be OK.

Say it loud, say it clear

You can listen as well as you hear

It’s too late when we die

To admit we don’t see eye to eye

I wasn’t there that morning

When my Father passed away

I didn’t get to tell him

All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit

Later that same year

I’m sure I heard his echo

In my baby’s new born tears

I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Say it loud, say it clear

You can listen as well as you hear

It’s too late when we die

To admit we don’t see eye to eye

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