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.

pointed tip under a single thread of the lining seam. I pulled gently. The thread gave way easily, and a small opening appeared in the silk. I widened it carefully, trying desperately not to damage the main fabric of the dress.

My fingers were shaking so badly I had to stop, put down the scissors, and press my palms flat against the bedspread until continue reading …