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.

been serious, almost stern, and his dark eyes had stared directly at me with piercing, unmistakable alarm.

“Liv,” he had said softly, but his voice had sounded impossibly clear, as if he were truly standing there in physical form rather than appearing in my subconscious.

“Don’t wear the dress from your husband. You hear me, sweetheart? Don’t wear that continue reading …