The Night Before My Birthday, My Late Father Came to Me in a Dream and Said, “Don’t Wear the Green Dress.” The Next Morning, I Saw It — and Realized He’d Been Right to Warn Me.

I counted my breaths slowly—in for four counts, hold for four, out for four—trying to relax my tense muscles. But sleep remained stubbornly elusive.

My father’s voice echoed in my ears, persistent and deeply troubled.

Don’t wear the dress from your husband.

When the alarm finally rang at six, I had been awake for over an hour, lying motionless and staring continue reading …