Post by lovelace on Feb 14, 2008 10:21:14 GMT -5
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 ? D oesn'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 b e 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 belongi ngs 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:
" D ear 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 s ay "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. D on'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 GO D ! 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 a nymore. 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 D elivery ! How about that ?
Signed with
Love from God, Jesus & Me.
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 ? D oesn'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 b e 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 belongi ngs 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:
" D ear 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 s ay "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. D on'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 GO D ! 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 a nymore. 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 D elivery ! How about that ?
Signed with
Love from God, Jesus & Me.
