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.

bed, my husband Marcus—Mark to everyone who knew him—slept peacefully on his side, facing the wall, completely undisturbed by my violent awakening. His breathing remained even and steady, the breathing of someone with a clear conscience, someone unburdened by guilt or worry. I listened to that rhythmic sound, trying desperately to calm myself, but continue reading …