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.

dress off its hanger. I carried it to the bed and laid it out carefully, spreading the fabric so I could examine every inch of it under the bright afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows.

I told myself I was being ridiculous, paranoid, that I would find nothing and feel foolish for even looking.

But my father’s face in that dream had been so continue reading …