This is beautiful!
Try not to cry...
Sally 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.
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