The Night Oprah Brought Me My Grandfather

It's 3:45am and I sit here typing, with tears streaming down my cheeks and the biggest smile on my face.  I need to record this before I fall back asleep and possibly forget.  Whether I hit "Publish" remains to be seen.

I don't often remember my dreams and, right now, I never want to forget the one from which I just awoke.  It started off with my mother and I attending a recital at the local high school.  At the end, my mom flipped out on the coordinators for false advertising, yet it was me who was hauled to the principal's office.  After a very heated argument where I defended myself, I was hauled off to a secret location.  I thought the local school board was going to "off" me.

I was sent to a house where there were six or seven other strangers (one of which was Heather Morris from "Glee" and I'm surprised I wasn't more excited to see her).  The house was huge and I remember thinking, "I bet this is what Oprah's house looks like".  As I was making my way to the bathroom, I walked passed a closet and out jumped Oprah herself (Gayle was in there as well which only leads me to speculate more about their closeted lesbian relationship, but that's not the point of this post).

I don't know what the purpose of Oprah's show was...all I know is that we got to change into silk pajamas and dine with her.  The secret house wasn't far from my parents' house, so at one point, Oprah and I changed into scrubby clothes and began to walk down the street.  When we got to my parents' house, everyone was already waiting and smiling.  That's when I realized the high school recital was all part of the set-up for me to be on the Oprah show.  I shared with O about my life as a stepmother and about my experience with post-partum depression.  As we were getting ready to walk back to O's house, I had to change into a yellow shirt.

As we got to the front door of my mom and dad's house, there were more people standing on the lawn.  And then it happened.  My beautiful grandfather, with all of his health back and exactly as I want to remember him, came bounding up the front lawn.  I looked around and no one else seemed surprised to see him, but they were all grinning from ear to ear.  Grandpa strode over to me and grabbed me in one of his famous bear hugs and I began to cry.  He even gave me one of his "missed" kisses...he always aimed for my cheek, but because I was taller, he would end up hitting my jawline, just below my ear.  I began to cry as we hugged and hugged.

I woke up sobbing and my arms still felt warm from where I was hugging Grandpa.  I have not had a dream like that in forever.  Oprah really is an amazing woman...but as busy as she is, she still found the time to bring me back my Grandpa for one more hug :)