It’s been several months since I spoke to my father on the phone. I did go through 15 months of life-threatening disease, a cross-country medical move, 2 lung surgeries during a lung-eating pandemic, and to top it off — infertility and the grief that comes with that. Some would think that a father’s love would be of use during this time, that occasional friendly phone call or cheerful note. However dads out there do these things with their daughters. I don’t know.