Here is what I hope they remember.
I want them to remember the fancy birthday cakes I always made them. Even if we weren't having a birthday party with friends, which we rarely did, I would still always make a big fancy cake just for them.
I want them to remember that even though I hated making lunches, in fact I just dislike lunch in general, and might just have done a happy dance on the days they bought a school lunch, that I was always willing to make lunch for them and would even make kind of fun and unique lunches.
I want them to remember all of the soccer games, award assemblies, practices and events that I was at. Even when the events drug on and on forever, I was there.
I want them to remember that I always tried to speak kindly to those around me, including in stores and wherever we went. It always pays to be kind I would tell them.
I want them to remember that while Dad was often the more 'fun one'- that I was quite silly too and even a little ridiculous a times, making up songs about farting and gross things with the best of them.
I want them to remember that I had talents and passions of my own, like photography and writing, and while I didn't hold an official "career" while they were growing up, I still had passions and talents that I took time to pursue.
I want them to remember that I was there at home with them, that I made this choice in my life and it was what I knew I always wanted. I wanted to be there at school pick-up, there to help them with homework, there for them when they just needed a friend.
I want them to remember how much I love their father and how I always try to support him. I might not get the house quite as clean as he would want, but we loved each other and forgave each other for our shortcomings.
I want them to remember my testimony and my faith and that I knew and know that there really is a purpose to this life, and that I always tried my best to steer them to what I know will lead to ultimate happiness, and that I truly love our Heavenly Father and His Son Jesus Christ.
Most importantly I want them to remember how much I love them. How I truly would give anything for them. Even in all my imperfections, and in their imperfections that I never stopped loving them, never stopped being there for them,