here's what I found from my email today:
Subject: Fw: THIS IS BEAUTIFUL...AND.....YOU WILL CRY....
> 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 y! ou, 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 writ e 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 s! ent
> 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.
> Let's see Satan stop this one. Take 60-seconds and send this to five
> other people, within the hour, you will have caused a multitude of
> believers to pray to God for each other. Then sit back and feel the
> Holy Spirit work in your life for doing what you know God loves
> "When you're down to nothing, God is up to something."
Tavaya, I did send 6 people, but I separated your name from other email
address because I know you don't want any people to know your email
address.. With lots of respect, Erica......
This story made me cry a lot, you know why.
sorry ur mother passed away...at least she's not suffering no more and just off in a better place watching over you now.