I get a message from my dad. In the mood I’m in, I tear up to see his name in my inbox, and imagine him down the hall in bed, propped on pillows, emailing me. “Hon,Enjoyed our gelato date the other night. I just want to say I’m proud of you for a lot of reasons. Also, I’ve attached a picture of my foot.”He’s such a weirdo goofball. I love him.