out of time

After Dad died I went back and read our thread of Facebook chats. Dad would always say "boo" at all hours of the night, to see if I was there. Sometimes I was :-) Here was a conversation on June 25th....

Dad: boo!!
Me: Hi, I'm on my phone
Dad: yeah, so it would seem
Me: I should be sleeping. Soon. You too! How are you?
Dad: been asleep most of the evening ... got paperwork to do
Me: At 2am? Sheesh.
Dad: I don't watch the clock much. I'm awake ... got paperwork to do ... no brainer. 2 licenses to renew before the end of the month. running out of time here.

I bolded that last part. Running out of time here. We were running out of time. 

I can't believe he's gone. Every day I can't believe it.