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> Sally 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



> 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


>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


>it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more


>with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always


>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


>belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was


>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


>his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across


>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


>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


>stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she


>wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls


>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


>me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The


>are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus


>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


>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


>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


>in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He


>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


>the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for


>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


>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



> Signed with Love from: God, Jesus & Me.



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Donna, thanks so much for posting this. I needed to read this today! It's just one of those days that I need to be reminded that my Dennis is now free of the pain of cancer!!! This is so beautiful!

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