“Unfortunately, she took a tumble down the staircase yesterday and broke her hip, so now she’s in the hospital,” Donna said.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Ernie said.
“No need for an apology, Ernie,” Donna said. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“I know,” Ernie said. “I just feel bad for you Granny.”
“She’ll be fine, Ernie,” Donna said. “After she gets out of the hospital, we’re taking her to a nursing home. It won’t be all fun and games for her, but it’s in a lovely, bucolic location, and I’m sure she’ll be happy there.”
Ernie sighed, and with a philosophical tone in his voice, he said, “Sometimes I wonder if happiness when you reach 100 is just a mirage.
Written for these daily prompts: E.M’s Random Word Prompt (birthday), Word of the Day Challenge (survivor), The Daily Spur (staircase), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (apology), Ragtag Daily Prompt (game), Your Daily Word Prompt (bucolic), My Vivid Blog (mirage).
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For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday theme, Jim Adams is giving us songs that mention Disgust, Embarrassment, Guilt, Regret, Remorse, and/or Shame, as suggested by Melanie at Sparks From a Combustible Mind. The song I chose is “The Living Years” from Mike & The Mechanics.
“The Living Years” was a soft rock ballad written by B. A. Robertson and Mike Rutherford, and recorded by Rutherford’s British rock band Mike & The Mechanics, with band member Paul Carrack singing lead vocals. Rutherford, who was the bass player and later the guitarist for Genesis, formed Mike & the Mechanics as a side project. The song was released in December 1988 in the U.K. and the U.S. as the second single from their album, Living Years. “The Living Years” was a hit around the world, topping the U.S. Billboard Hot 100 on in March 1989, the band’s only number-one song on that chart. “The Living Years” received a Grammy nomination in 1989 for Song Of The Year, but lost to “The Wind Beneath My Wings.”
The song addresses a son’s regret over unresolved conflict with his now-deceased father. After his father dies, he discovers that he and his dad had a much stronger bond than he ever realized, and he’s remorseful for not saying more while his dad was still alive. I can relate to this song because one of my biggest personal regrets is not having taken the time to really talk with my father about his own youth and his living years before he died.
Both Robertson and Rutherford had recently lost their fathers when they wrote this song, making it a very personal endeavor for both of them. Robertson was working with Rutherford when he got the call that his dad had died, which is reflected in the this line: I wasn’t there that morning / When my father passed away. Three months before his father died, Robertson’s son was born, which we hear in this line: I’m sure I heard his echo / In my baby’s new born tears.
Here are the lyrics to “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
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)
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Today’s word is “apology.”
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