This song totally sums up how much I’m going to miss my dad. Ironically, he always hated Frank Sinatra but I played this to him once and he cried and said it reminded him of how he is always reminded of his mother. (sent in by an anonymous contributor)
Lyrics
I’ll be seeing you in all the old, familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces all day through
In that small cafe, the park across the way
The children’s carousel, the chestnut tree, the wishing well
I’ll be seeing you in ev’ry lovely summer’s day
In everything that’s light and gay
I’ll always think of you that way
I’ll find you in the morning sun and when the night is new
I’ll be looking at the moon but I’ll be seeing you