My dad and I worked together for the past 17 yrs or so. We saw eachother eveyday. Camped on jobsites...work work work. Its all we ever did together. If I stopped in on a Sunday to say hi, he'd talk about work for Monday.
Since I started my own business a few years back I hardly ever see him. Work was everything to him. He has no hobbies. I'd like to go fishing with him this summer, but I know he'll likely have an excuse not to go.
I do love my dad, but our relationship is a bit odd. For the past few years my littlest brother, his son from a second marriage, my 1/2 brother I guess you'd call it, has been to Iraq, and currently is there on his 3rd tour. It tears him up worrying about him. Me too.