They decided they would go.
THE LETTER HIDDEN INSIDE A CHILD’S HAND
The night before the taping, Karen found Emily sitting quietly on her bed.
The little girl was holding a piece of paper.
She was writing slowly and carefully, concentrating on every word.
“What’s that, baby?” her mother asked.
Emily folded the paper quickly.
“It’s for Johnny.”
Karen assumed it was simply a child’s drawing or a small thank-you note.
She did not realize it was something much more meaningful.
The next evening, Emily insisted on wearing her father’s watch.
It was much too large for her wrist.
Her mother had to help secure it so it would not fall off.
But Emily refused to remove it.
The watch belonged to Michael.
And she wanted her father with her.
During the drive to NBC Studios, Emily sat quietly in the back seat holding the folded paper. Outside the window, the city lights passed by, but she was thinking about the person who should have been sitting beside her.
When they arrived at the studio, the atmosphere was exactly what Michael had imagined.
People were excited.
The audience was laughing.
The energy of live television filled the room.
But Emily was different.
She did not smile.
She looked at the empty seat beside her.
The seat where her father should have been.
Karen leaned toward her.
“Daddy’s watching from heaven, sweetheart.”
Emily nodded.
“I know, Mommy.”
Then she looked down at the letter in her hand.
“That’s why I have to give Johnny the letter.”
Karen froze.
“What letter?”
“What did you write?”
But before Emily could answer, the lights began to dim.
The audience became quiet.
The band started playing.
And the familiar voice of Ed McMahon filled the studio.
“Here’s Johnny.”
Johnny Carson walked onto the stage.
And a little girl stood up.
Not to cheer.
Not to ask for an autograph.
She stood because she had a message to deliver.
