My FIL is proof that deeds do more than words. He isn't rich, but if you say, Dad, could you go to the M&S near you and get such and such, and bring it up when you babysit?", he really doesn't mind.
He recently acquired a dog, so he uses the dog as his social life. He's retired. He takes the dog to the shops, buys his fags and newspaper, dog invites comments, so a ten minute walk turns into a half hour natter.
My FIL got me a job on the underground.
My FIL is a very liberal man. During the time of race tension in South London in the 80s, my FIL and his then wife would open their home to EVERYONE. He is atheist, like me. His best mates happen to be gay, but FIL loves them because they are a good laugh and good friends.
My parents are reserved. My FIL is loud, crude, blue, sweary, and old school London. Born on the Old Kent Road, he still lives only a mile away from his birthplace.
He's had a hard life, but never complains. Despite being a heavy smoker and drinker, he seem indestructible. He can make friends everywhere.
He is 70 next year but thinks he's 25. He is still with it, politically and socially. His second wife is his total opposite, I don't know what he sees in her! But they rub along fine.
He does a brilliant Mick Jagger impression at parties. At my wedding reception, we danced to Beyonce's Crazy in Love together.
Total legend.