I seldom heard from my father. We had never been close, but when he was 94 years old, he left me a brief voice message.
“I have something important to tell you — something very personal and private,” he said.
A feeling of dread swept over me.
Was he ill? Had I done something wrong? We never shared anything that was “personal and private.” Even his suggestion to meet by Zoom surprised me. When did my father start using Zoom?
I agreed to talk to him, and when I signed into Zoom, he was already there waiting for me. He appeared nervous and had difficulty directly looking at me. It took him a moment to get started.







