signed with love

> 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 her 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, ' Mo m , 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 fo lded l etter.
> 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 all my 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 H e 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.