Sadly, I don't have many memories of my actual father that aren't 'in passing'. It's as if he's just enjoying his new marriage so much the past 28 years or so that he doesn't show for my mom's set of his six kids unless one of us graduates or is dying.
My grandfather -- his father -- was fabulous, though. It's sad he's not still around. I have great memories of watching him watch baseball. Memories of being curled up in his lap and tweezing his whiskers. Memories of trying to be helpful when he cared for his many dogs. I loved that man.