My grandfather passed away this week, and in the midst of all the sadness, I've been trying not to lose sight of all the happy memories I have of him.
Papa and I shared a love of old movies and big band music. If you stayed overnight at his house, you'd get to stay up late watching Turner Classic Movies and then be woken up at (what felt like) dawn to Bing or Frank or the Andrews Sisters blasting through the stereo. It was heaven.
Papa was a crooner and my favorite memories of him involve Nana on the piano and Papa at her side singing his heart out. I was lucky enough to sing this song with him at my wedding, and every time I hear it, I think of Papa belting it out with a smile. It might be a little sappy, but I like to think he's on the sunny side right now.
Frank Sinatra: On the Sunny Side of the Street