Your Great Grumpy came back to Knoxville with me and The Captain last weekend, and we managed to get a picture of the four generations: Grumpy, me, your mom, and you . . .
I truly wish that we'd gotten one of your Great Grammy as well, but we never had the chance.
Every time I hear the word "generation," I'm reminded of that song by Mike and the Mechanics . . . it's an 80's tune of course . . .
"Every
generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door
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
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
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 defense
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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)"
Say it clear (come on say it clear)"
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