It's 9:30 - how are you today?

I used to call my Dad everyday - usually twice a day, sometimes even 3 times. I would call him nearly every morning around 9:30 to check to see how his night was and how is morning was going to so far. I would double check to see if he had taken his methadone and any other meds that he needed at the time. I would also check on whatever else was going on...pain levels, new pain, how much he was able to eat... One morning, probably just about 6 weeks ago or so he teased me and asked me if I had a list that I used each day when I called. Woke up (check), took medication (check), checked on arm pain (check), discussed food and water (check) and so on. This became a running joke for us up through the end. I would then tease him that he better just tell me what was going on or I would whip out my list. I think the image made him smile. I would also call him in the evening o the drive home from work. I just wanted him to know I was thinking about him. I often imagined him in his big house alone with his faithful pup Kelly. It broke my heart to think of him by himself all the time. I just wanted him to know that he was in my thoughts all the time and hoped somehow this brought him comfort. Maybe it just brought me comfort...maybe both. So now I find the hour between 9 and 10 is often a rough one for me.