A Space In Heaven

I received this story, in The In-Box, a year ago. I started to read it, but just couldn’t get through it. It was too long and I didn’t have the patience. Some months later, a friend passed away and for some inexplicable reason, I was drawn back to this email. Reading it, at that moment, was both easy and comforting. I hope it’s the same, for you.

The woman jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She asked: “How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?”

The surgeon replied, “I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it.”

The anguished Mother cried out; “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.”

The Mother 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. The nurse asked “would you like a lock of his hair?” The little boy’s Mother nodded yes. The nurse tenderly cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to the young woman.

The mother told the nurse that, “It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. I had 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. My Jimmy had a heart of gold. He was always thinking of someone else and always wanting to help others if he could.”

The boy’s Mother 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, then, lay down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.

It was around midnight when she awoke. Lying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter read:

“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 because 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.

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 why He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery!

How about that?”

 


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