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| A Beautiful Letter from a Child to His Mom |
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 and Me.
A Beautiful Letter from a Child to His Mom
A Beautiful Letter from a Child to His Mom
