My dad passed away 7 years ago last week. I think he changed after my older brother was killed. I think he became sort of detached. He did not deal with the event very good. He provided a home, food, and clothes. Not the best of everything but he went without so us kids could have what we needed.
Everyday I wish I could be more like he was. He was not much of a talker but when he spoke you had BETTER listen. In my teens I had a tough time with life but he(and my mom) were always there just when I needed them.
I am very lucky that, in my 20's, I realised that he DID know quite alot and his advice could help me. I spent alot of time with him even after I moved away to start my career. Although he never really told me he was proud I found out from some of his "donut shop" buddies that he was very proud of his son and apparently bragged quite a bit when I bought the 911.
My son was born 3 months before he passed. I am glad he got to see him but very sad that I can't share the moments in my kids' lives with him.
Sorry, I didn't mean to write a novel but lately has been rough going and I wish he were here to talk with.