This is beautiful!
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 wi th 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.
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