Retrospective falsification is inevitable. My brother who recently passed was not a saint. (Spoiler alert: Saint Marty really isn't a saint, either.) We all have things we've done in the past that make us cringe, blush, and hide our faces. That's what being human is all about. Making mistakes. Learning from those mistakes. Becoming a better person.
My brother made mistakes. He smoked. He didn't take care of his diabetes. Because of those mistakes, he had a stroke. Yet, he learned from his mistakes. After his stroke, he worked hard at his recovery, became an active church-goer, and became a really good person. At his funeral, I was amazed by the number of people who stood up and told stories about my brother. Wonderful stories full of laughter and love.
I love my brother, warts and all. He had his failings. But he also had his victories.
Saint Marty prefers to remember his brother that way.
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