-- Author Unknown
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 anymore? 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 goodbye to her 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. Lying 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, y'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 goodbye and
everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed.
"Well, y'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 Special Delivery! How about that?
Signed with Love,
God, Jesus & Me
