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?"
he 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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