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 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 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 Ang el of
> Mercy to come get me. The Ang el said I was a Special
> Delivery! How about that?
>
> Signed with Love from God, Jesus &
> Me.