The Invisible Letter

 

   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

  anymore?

 

  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 goodbye

  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. 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, y'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 goodbye and everything.

  But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, y'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 Special Delivery! How about that?

 

  Signed with Love from:

 

  God, Jesus & Me.