This was sent to me by someone from my home school group. Try not to cry, I did.

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 lay 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 t hen,
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.