My dad and I didn't always get along that well. We were too much alike. But I wouldn't give up the last few years with him for anything in the world. All the crankiness that plagued our relationship through the years disappeared and what was left was all the warmth and love he always possessed but was sometimes hard for me to get to. We always loved each other. On his 93rd birthday I was staying with him while Linda and Ed took a break. I made a cake for him. A very special lemon cake. Lemon was his favorite. I decided to ice it with a boiled marshmallow like frosting. I over cooked the cake and the frosting was way too sweet. The cake was disgusting. I cut a piece for him thinking that given his mental state he wouldn't notice. He took a bite and said in a very judgememtal voice, "Where ja get dis?", I replied, "I made it." bracing myself for an insult. He replied, "it's good". He never missed a beat. All my love for children comes from my dad as does my dancing talents and my good looks. I don't miss him yet because I feel him with me everyday as I do my Mom. I'll be eternally grateful for having been able to spend his last days with him. He never stopped singing or flirting. He had those nurses charmed and happy to be with him. We should all be so lucky. He had the incredible ability to seek out love and find it wherever he was and whatever situation he was in. Whether singing "Daddy's little girl" at every wedding he ever went to or stocking the ice cream coolers at Finast. Now if he could just send me the winning Mega Millions number from beyond. He told me he would. Honest! I believed him.I'd like to give a special thanks to all of our friends and family that stayed by his side through the years. My dad was a party waiting to happen and I have a feeling the party has just begun. Watch out Melvin Douglas there's a bigger star in the heavens.