Say It Loud, Say It Clear, Say It Now, Don’t Wait Another Year
Driving home from work this past Friday I heard this song (”In the Living Years” by Mike and the Mechanics) on the radio and it made me think about my letter writing and a lot of my motivation to be intentional about putting my thoughts on paper and sharing with those I love. I hope it inspires you to do the same.
I think my favorite part of the song is the last few verses before the chorus repeats.
“In 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
Talkin’ in defense
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 date
And if you don’t give up,
and don’t give in
You may just be O.K.
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
Say it loud, say it clear
Say it loud
Don’t give up
Don’t give in


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The last few months have been eventful for Moore. In October, his grandfather passed away. Two days later, Moore’s lung inexplicably collapsed, and he was in the hospital for a week. The day after he was released, his job was eliminated during a corporate down-sizing. And a month after that, his pregnant wife, Ariana, ended up in the hospital due to complications. She’s on bed-rest until April when their baby boy is due. The couple just moved here from Los Angeles to take a job with fitness equipment manufacturer, CYBEX. All this got Moore thinking about his own mortality. "We were sitting at my grandpa’s death bed for a week, thinking he would die any minute," says Moore. "Not knowing if he could hear us, we kept trying to talk to him because he couldn’t speak. Because of all the tears, none of us could speak either. And I thought at that moment, ‘If we were only disciplined enough to tell people how we feel earlier.’ And writing is such a great medium for that."