I was told that I am in love with Patrick more now than when he was alive because I am making him out to be the perfect husband. I will be the first to say that Patrick was far from perfect. Like everyone he had his flaws. We had our fair share of problems.
He was the type of person that broke things when he got mad. He would fly off the handle over weird things. He was one to make spontaneous purchases that used to drive me insane.
There are many other things I could list. But why? I want to remember the good times. I want people to remember or know Patrick for the good things he was.
I could go on and on.
No he wasn't perfect, but I want to remember him for who he was and not the mistakes he made. I want the kids to remember the good times.
My mom rarely has anything good to say about my dad anymore and I hate it. I was 14 when he died. I was a child. I didn't, and still don't, want to know what kind of problems they were having. I want to remember him as my dad and the things we did.
I want to give that to my kids. They deserve that, and Patrick deserves to be remembered as the good person he was.