"If only you could see me now" ...actually, it's better you didnt

After I finally lost my Dad to cancer in 2013, it was suggested that I should listen to Irish band The Script's "If only you could see me now", to help me come to terms with my loss. I usually won't go out of my way to listen to pop music, so it's a given that I didn't get 'round to listening to it, having only heard bits of it on the radio.
A quick look at Wikipedia confirms that the song itself was written as emotional tribute to lead singer Danny O'Donoghue's late father - and guitarist Mark Sheehan's parents. As a tribute, I don't think you could achieve much better for a band; the departed parents of the aforementioned members probably have every reason to be proud too.

Where does this fit with me?
Every now and then, I'm reminded by someone that "your Mum would be so proud of you", or "your Dad would have been stoked!". I get no solace out of being told something that I clearly know as a known-unknown (if you've ever done the Landmark Forum, you'll know what I'm on about).
Having been subjected to the song in question in its entirety today, hearing the chorus repeating "if only you could see me now" over and over and over reinforced the fact that it's a good thing they can't. Who would honestly want to see their kid depressed, wearing a fake smile everyday, working a mundane job, unhappy, living paycheck to paycheck and achieving nowhere near their full potential?

For several years in my early 20's, I chose not to talk to my parents. They had done no wrong, nor had I wronged them; I essentially did the job of disowning myself from them, because I believed that I was not living up to their expectations of me. I was ashamed of who I was (I still am), and it was best that they don't see it. It was only in their last years that they got to see me, and not being the best of situations for them, real emotion was able to mask the personal demons I was battling.

It's said that a parent's love is unconditional. Not being a parent, I can't answer that, and sadly, I have known plenty of parents to disown their own offspring as if they had never raised them. As they are not around, I'll never know what they would think, and to me right now.... well that's a good thing.

Next time I hear that song, I'll be running as far away from the speaker as I can.

(Sorry for such a depressing post, today was not a good day.)