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Memorial created 04-3-2008 by
Anna Casador
Eric A Medeiros
October 14 1985 - October 22 2007

 

My Mom is a survivor, or so I've heard it said. 

But I can hear her crying at night when all others are in bed.

I watch her lay awake at night and go to hold her hand.

She doesn't know I'm with her to help her understand.

But like the sands on the beach that never wash away...

I watch over my surviving mom, who thinks of me each day.

She wears a smile for others... a smile of disguise!

But through Heaven's door I see tears flowing from her eyes.

My mom tries to cope with death to keep my memory alive.

But anyone who knows her, knows it is her way to survive.

As I watch over my surviving mom through Heaven's open door...

I try to tell her that angels protect me forevermore.

I know that doesn't help her... or ease the burden she bears.

So if you get a chance, go visit her... and show her that you care.

For no matter what she says... no matter what she feels.

My surviving mom has a broken heart that time won't ever heal.

 

 

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 sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it.'

Sally said, 'Why did this happen ? 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.' 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 & Me.

 

 

 

 

Knowing Eric, he is so busy exploring everything, just like he did when he was here.  

When it comes to him I have all the patience in the world, I know my letter will come.

 

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