TRY NOT TO CRY

This is beautiful! Try not to cry. 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 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 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.