How could I forget, the day that he didn't die

That day he knew what he was up to

He had this look in his eye

How could I

Forget

There's no way

I could forget him, or ever forget the day



And then the day after that, just after the afternoon

It was the day after Christmas in his living room and he died

On that day

In his house

With his wife

Still I won't forget the day before the last day of his life



Oh, I really miss him, he would have loved this, I hope he can hear me

I really miss him, he would have loved this, I hope he can hear me



And how I loved how he lived, how he was loved and admired

A knack, a certain flare for life, and how he had it wired

He'd never give up, he'd never give in, he had a wonderful way of living



There's not been a day, one hasn't gone by

When I don't think about the day he didn't die



Oh, I really miss him, he would have loved this, I hope he can hear me

I really miss him, he would have loved this, I hope he can hear me