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    Where are all my friends? Come on in and lets get comfy by the fire!

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    Good morning! Happy Tuesday!  

    Song of the day - Mike + The Mechanics - The Living Years - 

     

    Here is an explanation as to why I picked this song today. I have been thinking lately about my life. My mother and father and friends that have passed away. Especially Valerie Inshan when she passed.  Of all the grudges I have held deep in my heart all these years. Of the things I should have said. And the questions that remain unanswered.  The things that should have been said to these people when they were living.  It's too late now for words. Too late.  These things should have been said long ago when they still were alive.  Many times I have questions that I know my father could have answered. The song Living Years addresses this.  Take the advice from me, an aging hippie. The graveside is not the place to say these things or ask these questions.  Make sure to ask these questions to the living. Make sure you tell them that you love and care for them.  Make sure you clear you heart and soul of all the hate and crud that becomes extra baggage in your life that weighs you down and hurts your relationship with the people you love. Ask the questions now. Tell them what is on your mind now. Tell them how much you love them and care for them now before it's too late. 

    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
    Oh, crumpled bits of paper
    Filled with imperfect thought
    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 defence
    Say it loud (say it loud), say it clear (oh say it clear)
    You can listen as well as you hear
    It's too late (it's too late) when we die (oh 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 okay
    So say it loud, say it clear (oh say it clear)
    You can listen as well as you hear
    Because it's too late, it's too late (it's too late) when we die (oh 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 (oh say it clear)
    You can listen as well as you hear
    It's too late (it's too late) when we die (it's too late when we die)
    To admit we don't see eye to eye
    So say it, say it, say it loud (say it loud)
    Say it clear (come on say it clear)

     

    Peace!

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