Song Description

A man's dad is dying and they get to spend some quality time together before he goes.

Lyrics

His Favorite Memory Was Me

My dad fought bravely ?til the cancer took his life
It didn?t go quickly so we had some time to say good-bye
We talked about all the little things that happen every day
And about the life he lived long before his hair turned gray

I heard about the days haulin? hay back on grandpa?s farm
And the time he fell off the old oak tree and broke his left arm
He described the smell of grandma?s house on the holidays
Daddy even apologized for not giving me enough praise

{Bridge}
I said, daddy what a life you?ve lived, you?ve done so much for mom and me

When you look back on your life and times, what?s your favorite memory?

{Chorus}:
He said
Son, I?ll never forget the day that I got home from world war two
I can still smell the breeze of the sunny spring day your mom and me said I do

But as far as your question goes son, that one?s real easy
He said

His favorite memory was me
His favorite memory was me

We remembered all the 4th of July?s at the lake skipping rocks
And the day of my sixth Christmas when I found out he was Santa Claus
Daddy looked out the window and saw the setting sun
He turned to me, grabbed my hand and said, ?son this has sure been fun?