TBD on Ning
A letter from a little boy
This is beautiful! YOU WILL NEED TISSUES FOR THIS
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 anymore? 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. He always wanted 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 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 girl s 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.
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 anymore? 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. He always wanted 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 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 girl s 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.
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