This is beautiful! Try not to cry.
She jumped up as soon as she saw the
surgeon come out of the operating room.
She said: "How is my little boy ? Is
he going to be all right ? When can I
see him ?"
The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did
all we could, but your boy didn't make
it."
Sally said, "Why do little children get
cancer ? Doesn't God care any more ?
Where were you, God, when my son needed
you ?"
The surgeon asked, "Would you like some
time alone with your son ? One of the
nurses will be out in a few minutes,
before he's transported to the
university."
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her
while she said good bye to son. She ran
her fingers lovingly through his thick
red curly hair. "Would you like a lock
of his hair ?" the nurse asked.
Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock
of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic
bag and handed it to Sally.
The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea
to
donate his body to the University for
Study. He said it might help somebody
else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy
said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I
die. Maybe it will help some other
little boy spend one more day with his
Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a
heart of gold. Always thinking of
someone else. Always wanting to help
others if he could."
Sally walked out of Children's Mercy
Hospital for the last time, after
spending most of the last six months
there. She put the bag with Jimmy's
belongings on the seat beside her in
the
car.
The drive home was difficult. It was
even harder to enter the empty house.
She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the
plastic bag with the lock of his hair
to
her son's room.
She started placing the model cars and
other personal things back in his room
exactly where he had always kept them.
She laid down across his bed and,
hugging his pillow, cried herself to
sleep.
It was around midnight when Sally
awoke.
Laying beside her on the bed was a
folded letter. The letter said:
"Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss
me; but don't think that I will ever
forget you, or stop loving you, just
'cause I'm not around to say "I Love
You". I will always love you, Mom, even
more with each
day. Someday we will see each other
again. Until then, if you want to adopt
a little boy so you won't be so lonely,
that's okay with me. He can have my
room and old stuff to play with. But,
if you decide to get a girl instead,
she
probably wouldn't like the same things
us boys do. You'll have to buy her
dolls and stuff girls like, you know.
Don't be sad thinking about me. This
really is a neat place. Grandma and
Grandpa met me as soon as I got here
and
showed me around some, but it will take
a long time to see everything. The
angels are so cool. I love to watch
them fly. And, you know what? Jesus
doesn't look like any of his pictures.
Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him.
Jesus himself took me to see GOD ! And
guess what, Mom ? I got to sit on God's
knee and talk to Him, like I was
somebody important. That's when I told
Him that I wanted to write you a
letter,
to tell you good
bye and everything. But I already knew
that wasn't allowed. Well, you know
what Mom ? God handed me some paper and
His own personal pen to write you this
letter. I think Gabriel is the name of
the angel who is going to drop this
letter off to you. God said for me to
give you the answer to one of the
questions you asked Him 'Where was He
when I needed him ?' "God said He was
in the same place with me, as when His
son Jesus was on the cross. He was
right there, as He always is with all
His children. Oh, by the way, Mom, no
one else can see what I've written
except you. To everyone else this is
just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that
cool ? I have to give God His pen back
now. He needs it to write some more
names in the Book of Life. Tonight I
get to sit at the table with Jesus for
supper. I'm sure the food will be
great.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I
don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all
gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand
that pain anymore and God couldn't
stand
to see me hurt so much, either. That's
when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come
get me. The Angel said I was a Special
Delivery ! How about that ?
Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.
2006-12-06
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