"True, but I'd have to say your father doesn't seem to like much of anything these days, now does he?"

My father always seems to be talking to himself, when he talks to me.

Our father now seemed like a man much older in years.

My father never seemed to tire of looking at the book, though he hadn't been in the war.

"For whatever reason, my father seems to have become quite taken by you."

But father and son don't seem to find a basis to speak with each other.

His father, John, still seems to be coming to terms with the whole thing.

At this my father seemed to come to life again.

Her father looked up and seemed to realize for the first time that she was there.

The father knows he's really dead but never seems to give John a chance.