What You'd Have To Say

Letting go in the beginning wasn't easy for me at all

Of all the grieving seasons, least painful of them was the fall

But then came a snowy winter, when we used to hit those slopes

Then came the spring of '13, in May was when you had to go

You left us before my children came, into a world that will never be the same

I wonder what you'd have to say, if you were still here with us today

You'd say just do the best you can, and don't try to be this perfect man

Sitting at home on a

Thanksgiving really wasn't your thing at all

You'd rather climb some mountain, than fight for parking at the mall