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“To Say Goodbye” is a poignant country ballad written and recorded by the American duo Joey + Rory. Released in July 2009 as the third single from their debut album, The Life of a Song, the song resonated deeply with audiences due to its heartfelt lyrics and the duo’s personal connection to the song’s themes.

Joey + Rory, consisting of Joey Martin Feek and Rory Lee Feek, co-wrote “To Say Goodbye” alongside Jamie Teachenor. The song explores the profound pain of losing loved ones without the opportunity to say a proper farewell. It tells two parallel stories: a woman whose husband was tragically killed in the 9/11 attacks and an elderly man whose wife is suffering from Alzheimer’s disease, gradually slipping away from his memory. The chorus poignantly expresses the shared sentiment: “If I knew it would be the last time / I would have said all I wanted to say / Held you a little bit longer / Loved you a little bit stronger / If I knew it would be the last time.”

The song’s emotional depth was further amplified by Joey + Rory’s own experiences. Joey had lost her brother in a car accident at a young age, leaving her with the lingering regret of not having a chance to say goodbye. This personal connection infused the song with an authenticity that resonated with listeners.

“To Say Goodbye” became a significant milestone in Joey + Rory’s career, solidifying their position as a prominent duo in the country music scene. The song’s enduring popularity is a testament to its universal themes of love, loss, and the importance of cherishing every moment with loved ones.

 

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