He had two problems - daughters who were distant and incomprehensible, like Martians. And his parents are the main problem, because they have been dead for twenty years and he misses them greatly. Shouldn't you invite them to dinner at a restaurant and treat them to a steak, suddenly they will come, leaving for a while the cramped shelters with marble roofs and carved names; where are there too many crosses and too few angels? How often do we tell our parents that we love them?