I woke out of a deep sleep
I was in that place in between reality and dreams

I then heard my fathers voice
It came out of nowhere
Clear as a bell he said “time to go”
He repeated it several times

It was striking as it sounded so clear and real
It felt like he was in the room

Yet he has been gone for several years now

Those words brought back memories of him and I
When we would go out as a family
Or he and I would go out shopping

Time to go

I remember going to look for that perfect Christmas tree with him

Time to go

Or meeting him for dinner and holiday shopping for my mother

Time to go

Or the times I would drive him to the airport to catch a flight

Time to go

Or pick him up after a trip

Time to go

Or when we would go to a ball game together

Time to go

Or my mother and I waiting in a restaurant in Jamaica while he arranged to get us home

Time to go