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.

the trembling subsided enough for me to continue.

Then I picked up the scissors again and resumed my careful work.

The opening grew larger, inch by careful inch.

And suddenly something white began spilling out.

Fine powder, like flour or cornstarch or talcum, dusted across the dark blue bedspread.

I froze completely, unable to believe what I was seeing.continue reading …