Romanticized

I absolutely adore my Dad. I pretty much think he is the best man that I've ever known, that he is wise and taught me a whole ton of things about living a good life, that he has an unbelievable amount of patience, and that his love is absolutely infinite for everything and everyone.

All of these sentiments remain true, even after he is gone.

But I do wonder if I have romanticized his existence in my world a bit. And even if I have, is that a bad thing? I don't remember fighting much with my Dad. I remember laughing a lot, I remember kisses on the forehead before bed, and I remember swimming at the beach. I remember grocery trips and amusement parks and vacations. But I have an incredibly hard time recalling anything negative... occasionally exasperation at my childhood antics, but as an adult I look at those moments and ponder how it was never more than a sigh or rolled eyes.

I'm not sure if he really was just the best man that I have ever known, or perhaps will ever know, or if I just had this amazing relationship that appears to be something of a rarity in the world these days. I hope my daughter looks to her Dad with the same wide-eyed wonder that I still look to my Dad with.

I suppose it could be colored by not wanting to remember bad things, but I've really been struggling with the idea that one of the best people I've ever known is gone, so I've been trying to find the flaws. I'm sure he had them, I'm positive he did, but I'm finding it near impossible to think of any.

So even if it is romanticized, even if it's some rose-colored glasses I'm wearing, it is still my truth, and I'm sticking with it.