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.

“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for not leaving me. Thank you for saving my life.”

Six months after the trial, sitting on my porch watching the sunset, I finally felt something I hadn’t expected to feel again.

Peace.

I had survived. Against all odds, I had listened to that warning, trusted my instincts, and saved my own life.

My father had visited me one continue reading …