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.

froze mid-stretch, then turned to look at me, and I saw something flash briefly in his eyes—was it annoyance? Or had I imagined it?

“Liv, we already agreed on this,” he said, and his voice had suddenly taken on a firm, almost harsh quality I rarely heard from him. “I specifically ordered that dress for your fiftieth birthday. I spent considerable money continue reading …