My parents were divorced and remarried before I was born. They were supportive of my career choice (they never had something specific in mind, e.g. they didn't steer me into being a doctor), and helped me move out/in to college, but didn't pay for any of it (fair enough). I was independent enough and they were annoying enough that moving out was something I wanted. 13 years ago, I settled down in a city about 3 hours away from them. I talked to them regularly, and came over for holidays.
As of today, mom died last year, and dad has dementia and lives in a nursing home. That's a shame, because I liked mom way more, and she was everything that one could want in a mom. I have a list of daddy issues, but I'll cut it short and say that while he was physically present the entire time I was growing up, he wasn't emotionally present.