That day he knew. He had this smile in his eye.
Made sure he told me what he had to say.
There’s no way I could forget him or ever forget the day.
And then later on in the afternoon after saying good bye to us.
He went out with his friends, the one’s he could trust.
He died on that day – time to let his family be.
Living the Dave way was the last lesson he gave to me.
You gotta love 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 wouldn’t give in.
He had a wonderful way of livin.
There’s not been a day. Not one hasn’t gone by.
When I don’t think about the day he didn’t die.
I really miss him. He would have loved this. I hope he can hear me.