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 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. 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 all my 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 m e 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.
