I’m 37 and already broken.
My back is killing me, the sciatica makes sitting down hard. My ankle is fucked from too many injuries doing shit like tough mudder because when you’re young you’re invincible. Top that off with an immune disorder and asthma and it’ll be a miracle if I make it to 50 with a good quality of life.
The last time my dad called was 16 years ago when my mum was bleeding out after surgery and we didn’t know if she was going to make it.
Other than that, it’s WhatsApp messages, and they’re usually about the dog.
I would 100% think someone had died if my dad called.