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Dear Molly A letter written to our daughter on her 6th birthday Please Where was God?-religious Dear Molly, Hi sweetie, Happy Birthday! 6 today already. I can hardly believe that. I wish we could be together to celebrate it. I dreamed of you again last night, did you send me that dream? I dreamed of you laughing and playing, surrounded by animals. I dreamed of you playing in the yard with your step sisters and all your angel brothers and sisters were there too. I love those dreams. I hope you are as happy where you are. I miss you so much. I know there was a reason you had to leave, I just wish you could have stayed longer, I wish I knew the reason. I hope you know how proud of you I am. You fought so hard and you were so good. I hope it didn't hurt too baldy. How is it where you are? I hope Jesus and his angels are taking good care of you. I'm sorry I couldn't take care of you. I'm sorry I couldn't help you. But I could hardly take care of myself then. I hope it doesn't hurt you to see me cry. I want you to know my tears are not your fault. It wasn't either of our faults that you had to go. I cry because I miss you and I wish I could hold you. But I am glad you are safe now. I am glad you were able to get away. I'm sorry I have kept you a secret for so long. It is hard for me to tell, but I am trying to, one person at a time. I hope someday your grama and grampa will know about you. And I want your step sisters to know. They are too young yet, but someday I will tell them. I miss you so much. I used to want to join you right away, but I know that's not what you would want so I will wait till it is time. I love you sweetie. Someday we will understand, till then I trust you and God to know what is right and to help me through. Please don't ever forget me. A piece of me is with you always and my love is always wrapped tight around you. I love and miss you always Mommy Back to Top Please, don't ask me if I'M over it yet. I will never be over it. Please, don't tell me "he/she is in a better place." He/she isn't with me. Please, don't say, "at least he/she isn't suffering." I personally haven't come to terms with why he/she had to suffer at all. Please, don't tell me you know how I feel, unless you have lost a husband/wife/child etc. Please, don't ask me if you I feel better. Bereavement isn't a condition that clears up. Please, don't tell me "at least you had him/her for so many years." What year would you choose for your loved one to die? Please, don't tell me "God never gives us more than we can bear." Please, just say you are sorry. Please, just say you remember my loved one, if you do. Please, just let me talk about my loved one. Please, mention my loved one's name. Please just let me cry. Back to Top 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 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 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 a Special Delivery! How about that? Signed with Love from: God, Jesus,and Me. Back to Top |