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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