My dad passed away, suddenly, five months ago. You don’t realize how much someone means to you until they’re gone. My dad and I weren’t perfect. We said and did things that hurt each other at times. Sometimes our hurt and anger made it hard to forgive but we always did. My heart hurts for people who lose relationships with their parents or children over stupid pride. I won’t ever get to forgive or be forgiven by my dad again and that’s an awful thing.
He may be a tiny, defective, dollar store Prime, but he’s the main Prime around here and works hard to keep all the other transformers from burning the house down.