He was a man, and a deeply flawed one at that: he liked steak sandwiches, blowjobs, and playing guitar. Also, heroin and unintentional (yet easily-avoided) arson.
He was kind and generous and compassionate, and sometimes he would have Parish hit people.
He was a benevolent presence and compellingly positive; he was maddeningly passive-aggressive.
There were more successes than can be listed; more failings than should be.
Always remember that the first part of making a saint is killing a man.