I was lucky to have a dad(and mom) that supported us kids in every way, even when we were setting ourselves up for failure.
When my older brother was killed in a car wreck at 17, my dad took it pretty hard and hit the bottle to excess during the work week. I can't imagine what he was feeling. Obviously, I see things differently now but, as a kid, it was kind of embarrassing.
I became closer with my dad as I got older and I'm glad he was there for me through my divorce and that he was around to see me get a promotion at work as well as meet my wife and start a family. My son was only 3 months when he passed but I still remember him hugging me after holding him for the first time. (That pic is hanging in my son's bedroom.)