I'm a forward-hater

I usually read through the funny ones, and delete everything else. But... I read this one. And cried. A lot.

I thought since you've walked this road with me, maybe you need a cry too.

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 so rry. 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,
" 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 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,< /EM>
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.