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.

really scared.”

The silence on the other end of the line seemed to stretch for an eternity.

Then Iris asked very carefully, “Which dress are we talking about?”

“The emerald green one. The one Mark specifically ordered for my fiftieth birthday party tomorrow night.”

Another pause, even longer this time, heavy with implications I didn’t want to consider.continue reading …