I haven't heard from my parents since our last phone conversation in January. The time before that was about a year-and-a-half ago. Not only are they not phoning me, but they're not even calling me back.
During my mid-life crisis a few months ago, I called and left several desperate, pathetic messages - the last of which featured me in tears and begging my dad to call me back - but have heard no word. Before that whole scenario, I left a normal-sounding message just asking what they had done with my grandma, who disappeared without any word. They didn't think it was reasonable to give me an answer to that riddle, either, apparently.
I didn't bother phoning, e-mailing or sending a card to my dad for Father's Day this year as it appears I no longer have a father. Truth is, though, I haven't had a father for a very long time, if ever. We were all just in the dysfunctional habit of pretending that I did and pretending that he ever gave a shit about anybody but himself.