Children who adores their parents would definitely say they are the best among the very best.
I am one of them. Unfortunately my father passed away when I was 19. All I remembered was that he was the greatest man I have ever met. He was an awesome carpenter, green fingered gardener, very organized, well spoken, well traveled and extremely smart.
I adored him so much that I hated the days I had to wear skirts. I was not happy when I could not fit into the only shoes that was the same brand as my dad's. I pained me when he showed how much he dislike my favourite Teddy Bear (I guess it was because it was not from him).
As much as I want to be like him and have all his traits, I am none of those. I know I have his sense of humour and unfortunately his temper.
Recently I found out that dad never ill- spoke of anyone. No matter how bad he was affected, he never, never, never ill spoke of anyone. He was a kind hearted man and was liked by all his friends.
I met a man who was working with my dad. When he found out that I am my dad's daughter he was thrilled. From being unfriendly he turned to be very talkative. It sadden him when he found out that dad had passed away. I can't remember much about the conversation I had but I remembered what he had said about my dad repeatedly... " your father was a very nice man who enjoyed eating " I also found out that my dad made long trips for food.
So, yeah I got that too, the love for food....
Well just be it. Not an awesome carpenter, not a green fingered gardener, not very organized, not well spoken and not extremely smart. I just wish to be remembered as how my dad is remembered. A nice person who never ill spoke of anyone... and maybe a person who enjoyed food as well.