My father had Frank Sinatra blue eyes, and they twinkled whenever he teased me. He died 15 years ago, but my DD11 has his eyes. Everytime she is in a good mood instead of suffering from pre-teen angst, I see his smile in her eyes and I thank God that He gave those beautiful eyes to my daughter so I can still feel my father's love as well as my daughter's. I wish my kids could have met him - every silly bone in their bodies is thanks to their granddad!