I lost my dad way too early and it was agonisingly awful. I missed him so much and I hated knowing that I could never again pick up the phone to tell him about my day.

Seles is describing bereavement not as an abstract sadness but as the sudden, permanent loss of ordinary intimacy. The pain she emphasizes is the everyday reflex—wanting to call a parent with small news—that grief repeatedly frustrates. By focusing on the phone call and “my day,” she conveys how death severs a living relationship and collapses a sense of continuity and support. The quote also suggests the particular cruelty of losing a parent “too early”: the future is reimagined as a long stretch of moments in which a familiar source of comfort and witness is absent. It’s a statement about longing, helplessness, and the way grief inhabits routine.