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.