Some people say that when people reach middle age, they are most afraid of getting a phone call at home in the early morning. Why?

First of all, when people reach middle age, they are afraid to make phone calls at home in the early morning. In fact, what they are most afraid of is hearing the news that their parents are ill.

Once my sister suddenly called me and asked when to visit my mother.

For various reasons, my mother and I haven't seen each other for three years, but we usually have WeChat contact, which I find very strange.

Before I could answer, she said, "Mom misses you." ...

What happened? My heart thumped, feeling that my sister's operation today was a bit strange. Then my mother wouldn't be ill. ...

Then she said, "Actually, mom is ill. Come back and see, and find her a big hospital. "

I panicked at that time, and a lot of questions popped up in my heart:

Looking for a big hospital? Is it a serious illness? Why didn't you say anything on the phone the other day?

I have been out for many years and seldom take care of my mother. I am ashamed of her. ...

Going back will delay a lot of work, and how much will it cost ...

Serious illness costs a lot of money, will it suddenly return to before liberation?

I quickly called my mother to verify that it turned out that my sister was exaggerating the facts ... People in their thirties cried like children and told my mother on the phone, Mom, you must tell me anything, and you must treat any disease!

Second, the "fear" of parents' illness is actually the fear of their inability to bear the consequences.

Afraid of financial pressure.

Most of these old people are old and young, and the food and drink of the whole family fall on the shoulders of our middle-aged people. All kinds of expenses are a big expense. If parents are sick, minor illness will turn into serious illness due to age fatigue. Cases of "serious illness leading to poverty" abound, and no matter how much money you earn, you can't stand the toss of a disease.

Afraid to see the truth but unable to change it.

In middle age, Otawa's parents separated. If you get a call during the day, you may be able to catch up; If you get a call in the early morning and want to hurry, the traffic may not be very large.

Even if you arrive in time and take care of your family, you may still leave regrets.

Cai Dai 'an, the translator of the million-dollar bestseller "Too much is too late", talked about his regret in the preface of this book.

That autumn, Cai Daian's father suddenly felt unwell and was hospitalized. Cai Daian rushed to take care of his father from the day he was admitted to the hospital. For more than two months, he has been working day and night. Later, he had to return to the United States for medical treatment because of physical exhaustion, and the day after she left, her father died in his sleep. This made Cai Diane regret it, and not seeing her father for the last time became a great regret in her life.

Third, fear may not be eliminated, but it does not prove that we can only face it passively.

My friend Liangzi, a native of Northeast China, is generous, but a little stingy with himself. For example, when he got married, he chose a small house when he could buy a big room. He said that his father had been in poor health and he left a sum of money as a reserve fund. If the old man is hospitalized or something, he won't panic.

He also pays special attention to advertisements, such as Dumos and Jiang. He doesn't read all of them, but he pays special attention to insurance. According to the company staff, it is difficult for the elderly to buy commercial insurance after 60 years old. He completed the commercial insurance for the elderly in the last month when he was 59 years old, and he was shocked.

Liangzi also reminds his father to take exercise every week. Before, his wife always thought he was neurotic, and now she is influenced by him to do something for her parents.

When we actively embrace these problems, they will not disappear, but can be solved one by one.

If you do something for your parents, you will have less regrets.

On September 24th, 20 18, I attended a meeting in Hefei. At about two o'clock in the morning, the phone suddenly rang and connected, and there came the voice of mother's grief: "Your father just died. ..... I got up in the middle of the night and felt thirsty, so I got up and went to the lobby to pour some water. When he returned to his room, he sat heavily on the sofa. I heard it, and when I got up, I found that it had passed ... ". I was startled by the smell and my mind was blurred. My mother was crying and complaining in the back. I didn't hear a word or remember it.

Putting down the phone, facing the empty room and the boundless night outside the window, I burst into tears unconsciously and finally burst into tears. -This is indeed a tragedy that is too sudden and unexpected. After a little adjustment, I quickly adjusted my itinerary, took the high-speed train back to Shanghai early in the morning, and took my wife and two children on the way home. After giving birth to a second child, I haven't returned to my hometown yet. I plan to take him back to my father's 70th birthday this year. It is expected that his first trip back to China will be to attend his grandfather's funeral. Thought-provoking, what a pity! On the high-speed rail, my father's voice and smile appeared in front of me, which made my tears gush over and over again, and made the young people sitting next to me look at me curiously from time to time.

This topic touched me deeply. Usually, the mobile phone never leaves the body and never turns off. In the early morning of March 14, 2065438 1 o'clock, I vaguely heard a cell phone ringing from another room. At first I thought it was a sound coming from outside, but it kept ringing. (I forgot to bring it when charging last night) I hurried to answer the phone, and I had a strange feeling in my heart. I arrived at the railway station, because there was no bus in the early morning, and I waited at the station for several hours, which was also the slowest hours in my life. Now I always call home every few days, but I'm afraid my family will call me!

Speaking of this matter, it is really unforgettable. /kloc-in mid-August of 0/5, at two or three o'clock in the morning, the landline at the bedside rang. I slept in a daze at that time, because I had been writing a work report until one o'clock that night, so I slept soundly. I haven't answered the phone for a long time, and my wife answered the phone to wake me up. I picked up the phone in a daze. That's my dad's hoarse voice with tears, saying that grandma is in the rescue. Come on. Then my mother took the phone and told me which hospital it was. My father cried. After hanging up the phone, my mind went blank. I only remember that I jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom, and tears poured out involuntarily. I quickly put on my clothes, called my wife and rushed to the hospital. At that time, my legs and feet were really weak and I didn't know how to drive. My wife drove me there. I rushed to the emergency room of the hospital and found my grandmother lying in the hospital bed, her eyes closed and her brow furrowed, surrounded by crying relatives. I came to my grandmother's side, and my grandmother (aunt) was in tears, stroking her grandmother and saying that my grandson came to see you. Open your eyes and have a quick look. At that time, I knew that my dear grandmother had left us forever, but I was really unprepared for this sudden evil consumption, which was totally unacceptable to the whole family. I remember calling my grandmother hysterically, and I really thought it must not be true. Then I kept hitting the wall with my hands and head, crying and repeating what was going on?

Although more than three years have passed, although grandma's later life should be very happy, and her descendants are also very filial, living conditions are very rich, and she rarely goes to the hospital, she is still extremely sad and sorry today. Such a good life should be in a few more years, and it should be filial for a few more years. Moreover, she died suddenly without seeing her for the last time and saying a few last words.

After that, whenever I hear a phone call in my sleep, my heart will jump to the limit. Now I am most afraid of hearing the phone ring in the middle of the night.

Cherish the people around you, especially the elderly elders. No matter how busy you are, you really need to spend some time with them, even if you make a phone call. Don't wait until the day when you want to say goodbye to them.

Just forget it． Five years ago, after midnight, I received a phone call from my brother, saying that my seriously ill mother was dying, and told me to hurry back. I'm surprised. I hurried to find the card to find cash, took all the cash in the counter and took the card to withdraw money. My hands are shaking and I can't remember the password. I said I don't remember the password. He said don't worry, take your time and finally get the money out. The taxi on the way said, I wouldn't have dared to go to such a remote mountainous area if I hadn't seen you in a hurry to go home to attend the funeral. I said that if I hadn't brought my taekwondo coach's son, I wouldn't have dared to let you know that I took a taxi with tens of thousands of cash in the middle of the night! Also, when my son was in junior high school, I was most afraid of receiving a phone call from my teacher. As long as the teacher calls, it will be bad. My son must be in trouble again. Later, he simply didn't answer the teacher's phone, turned off his phone directly, and talked to him the next day!

Once a strange number from my hometown called me in the middle of the night, and I heard the other party was very noisy, as if it was urgent. The other party disconnected without listening clearly. My head exploded and all the bad things appeared in my mind. I had difficulty breathing and chest pain, so I called again and was on the phone. Call mom, turn off the phone and call dad. I was so anxious that my tears fell involuntarily. My husband comforted me and said, just calm down. I don't know how long it took, but I finally dialed that number. I couldn't speak at all, but my husband told him, and finally I realized that the phone number of that person was wrong. . . . . I didn't feel at ease until I called my father the next day. I really don't know what to do when I receive this call, and I don't know if I can bear it. .

On the evening of June 6, 2006, I received a phone call from my uncle. Seeing the phone call from home, my heart is full of panic! I feel that there is something at home!

Uncle said on the phone, your mother has left, come back quickly! She didn't let us tell you before she died, for fear that you would spend money back and forth! My mother is a very economical person!

At the end of 20 14, it was still my uncle's phone, and my grandfather passed away!

20 17, my cousin called at night, but he usually didn't call me at night, so he was in a panic! Uncle is gone!

At our age, if we can't be at home often, we still have to call home often. Now that communication is so developed, there are more exchanges between relatives at home!

Calling in the morning is generally a matter of birth, illness and death. My grandfather and grandmother both died in the evening.

My grandfather is a veteran of the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea. He is about 1.8 meters tall and has a straight back. I left on a winter night when I was still in college. I got a call from my mother in the middle of the night, asking me to ask for leave and go home the next day, saying that my grandfather was dying. After a sleepless night, I got on the earliest bus back to my hometown, but I still didn't catch one last look at my grandfather. Grandpa's life is not easy. He worked hard for his son and daughter all his life, and even died without a relative. According to my mother, my grandmother fell during that time, and my father and several aunts were busy taking care of my grandmother in the hospital, and they were also very tired. Grandpa sleeps alone at home (grandpa is over 80 years old, but his body has been tough), and the night in the countryside comes early, and it gets dark at five or six. Menstruation they came back from the hospital, it's almost seven or eight o'clock, thinking about seeing if grandpa is asleep? As a result, I didn't see grandpa anywhere, and finally I saw him lying in the yard. Maybe grandpa got up to go to the toilet at night and fell down on the way to the toilet in the yard. It was winter. I don't know what grandpa was like and how helpless he was. I still can't get over it.

My grandmother is an old lady with feet bound, and she is about 1.5 meters tall. When I was young, I almost grew up on her back. My grandmother taught me to sing and raised me, but she died before she enjoyed her granddaughter's blessing. I still remember that when I was in the fifth grade, I saw someone else's grandmother had a gold earring, so I saved money and bought her a gold earring with fifty cents. Later, her ears were allergic, inflamed and swollen, so she wrapped them in a small handkerchief and put them away. At that time, she said that she would buy her a real one when she got rich, but she still didn't wait.

It was also a night, but fortunately, we were all around. Grandma was hit by grandpa's death and always felt that her illness indirectly killed grandpa. After all, grandpa had been in good health before, and she never thought that grandpa would walk in front of herself. Grandma fell almost paralyzed, and then suddenly had a cerebral infarction, with poor memory and unclear speech. Later, she couldn't eat any more. She drinks rice oil boiled in rice soup every day and is all skin and bones. Poor thing, she has no meat in her hand.

It was one night, and grandma was in surprisingly good spirits. The three of us, my father and some aunts, are at the bedside. Grandma looked at us and stared at us one by one, as if to keep us in mind, for fear of forgetting. And then I can't. I left peacefully and our family cried in the middle of the night. As an only child, my father quickly asked me to bring clothes for my grandmother, and asked my sister and I to ask the gentleman in the village to dress my grandmother, order a crystal coffin and inform our relatives (this seems to be our hometown, and we will inform our relatives when we die).

This year is the ninth year for grandparents to be buried. I still remember grandma always sneaking into the back room with her little feet in her arms, saying that she would put some delicious food for you, then take it out of the box and wrap it up with electricity layer by layer, watching us eat one by one. Then the wrinkles on his face turned into chrysanthemums. Grandparents, after nine years, you should have a good life in that world. Your children and grandchildren have a good life and their lives are getting better and better. Don't worry.

Eight years ago, at 3: 30 in the morning, my sister-in-law called and my heart thumped. Then I heard my sister-in-law crying and saying that my mother had left. At that moment, I felt very dizzy and my eyes were black. How can I believe that my mother will leave? I just returned to my hometown three days ago. I picked up the baby and my wife drove back. I cried all the way and saw the white sail in front of the door. I got off at the door, knelt down and climbed to her side, but

Dad came to help me, and I knelt in front of him. I'm ashamed of my parents. I disregard my parents for my career and money. I didn't expect my mother to leave me like this and climb on my father's lap. I swear to myself that I must be filial to my father and not leave any regrets. ...

Now my father has been gone for two years, leaving us five brothers and sisters. This year, my brothers and sisters have a lot of troubles. I hope we can all get better next year, and don't let my parents in heaven think about it.

At this moment, I still have tears in my eyes, and my parents' kindness will always be remembered.

I wish the midnight bell would stop ringing. ...

June 5438+February this year, two days before my birthday, at 3 o'clock in the middle of the night, my phone rang. I vaguely realized that it was an illegitimate daughter, thinking that her phone number might have been stolen, otherwise why did you call me so late? I didn't listen. I want to go back to sleep. My husband reminds me, will there be any problems with the elderly at home? I woke up immediately. When I asked my daughter, she said my grandfather had just left.

So I booked a plane ticket immediately, packed my luggage casually, and flew from the southernmost tip of China to the father's mourning hall in the northeast on the same day to see him off for the last trip.

He is not seriously ill, 87 years old. You can drive an electric car to play mahjong, do things, buy and cook. Live alone with mom. Mom said that he ate normally that night and went to the toilet for a long time around 2 am. When he returned to his room, my mother asked him if he was going to the big one or the small one. He also said it was small. But when he was holding the bed, he fell down. It's hopeless.