This is beautiful try not to cry..
May 16th, 2007 by babeh-czar"When you’re down to
nothing, God is up to
something."
This is beautiful! Try not to cry.
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 ? 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.
