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 
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.”




