He wasn’t perfect
Well it’s been 164 days since my husband left this world. Just recently, I realized that I have been almost only thinking of him at his very best moments. I have somehow smoothed over the rough edges of his personality. I’m thinking it’s a common thing to do but it’s maybe not a helpful thing to do. Like he is a revered soul, an angel. Most times that’s how I feel, but not always. I mean he wasn’t necessarily a bad guy, just very opinionated and shared his opinions with anyone who listened (this got him in trouble on occasion). And sometimes he did disappointing things that were not exactly good for the well being of our family.
I mean I feel guilty for even writing ill of the dead. Everyone else here seems to talk so glowingly about their lost person, so maybe none of you can understand. I know I also speak highly about him too but he certainly was not perfect.