Thank you Irene.
It surprised even me that when I finally got to meet Michael...it didn't occur to me to say any of the things I had thought I might. All I could think about, having just gotten off the phone with Danny, (who wanted me to bring Michael home with me so he could, as Danny put it, "play with me..." was that my little guy was missing such a wonderful experience.
While Jesse was having the time of her life, I knew Danny would never be open to that world...or that world would never be open to him, and all I wanted at that moment, when I had Michael's brief, but total attention, was that my son have a little piece of our experience.
To tell you the truth, Michael kinda looked at me almost as if I frightened him, and for a second, I thought, do I look intimidating to him? But then I realized that when I mentioned my son with autism, he immediately stepped closer, took the book, and said, "What's his name?" And when he touched Jesse's hair, I saw not fright, but empathy.
He never smiled at us, but his eyes, which neither of us will ever forget, were intense, and now, after the fact, I wish I could have told him how joyful Danny can be.
I wish I had a video to post of Danny's reaction when I handed him the little book, and told him that Michael wrote a note just for him.
If Michael could have ever seen that, he would be so delighted and I hope, proud!
It would be my fondest wish to have Danny meet Michael, although I cannot imagine a venue in which that would occur.
Danny goes into surgery tomorrow...and although it's a fairly routine one, the closer we get to it, the more I feel terror creeping into my heart. I could not imagine a life without my children.
(This of course means, Michael, that I cannot even
fantasize about anyone but my husband...so you are safe from me!

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In any case, perhaps it was the point of life that my family is at, with so much turmoil, but the timing of our NY trip and meeting Michael could not have been better. We needed something nice to happen...and it did.
Would it have been different if our lives were in such turmoil? Would it have meant less to me? Maybe, but it was what it was...and it was wonderful. And as many times as Michael has had an affect on someone...I still felt that he should know that his gestures meant so much to these children, and this mother at this time.
And everyone who has read this thread, and/or responded, should know that you have also lifted us even higher. God has put many wonderful people on this earth, and it's so nice to find so many of them here.
Cyberhugs,
Andrea