Letters to Heaven

Dear Jesus,

Mommy says I can talk to you when things are bad.  Well I feel bad right now so I’m talking to you.  Sometimes I’m so cold, but Mommy feels my forehead and says I’m too hot.  Some days, when I play and chase my brother I get tired and he has to carry me to the couch.  Daddy says you can do anything, even go all the way across the monkey bars!  Can you make me feel better?  I promise I wont bite Josh anymore.  I’ll be extra good at church too.

Love, Emily Walters


Dear Jesus,

I told Mommy that I prayed that you would make me feel good.  It’s taking a long time.  Mommy says that sometimes you get really busy because you have a whole world to save.  That’s okay.  I can wait.  Kelly broke her arm so you should help her first.  And maybe you could fix my cough?  

Love, Emily Walters


Dear Jesus,

At school they said Josh’s mom went to see you.  I don’t understand why everyone was so sad.  That’s a good thing, isn’t it?  But they said she isn’t coming back.  Josh wasn’t in school today.  I hope he comes back.  How else can I keep my promise not to bite him when he pulls my pigtails?  

Love, Emily Walters


Dear Jesus,

It’s been three months since I started coughing.  Last week I fell off my bike and cut my knee.  It wouldn’t stop bleeding.  My brother said it was cool.  Mommy said it wasn’t normal to bleed that long.  They are making me go to the doctors.  I don’t like the doctors.  Jesus, can you maybe help me be better before I have to see them.  Josh is back at preschool and I haven’t bitten him once!  I’ve been a good girl.

Love, Emily Walters


Dear Jesus,

I’m confused.  I went to the doctor.  I did everything he asked.  But he sent me to another doctor.  He poked me, and sucked blood out of my arm and made me tinkle in a cup.  Mommy cried.  Is this because I started crying in church Sunday?  I’m sorry!  My throat hurt so much.  I wont do it again!  Please just make the hurt go away.

Love, Emily Walters


Dear Jesus,

I’m scared.  Mommy and Daddy took me to the hospital and they won’t let me leave.  They brought Officer Teddy for me to sleep with, but he misses the rest of my toys at home.  So do I.  The doctors won’t stop poking me.  They keep sucking blood out of my arm.  Yesterday they stuck a really big needle into my leg and pulled something out.  It hurt so much! I cried, but they wouldn’t stop. Jesus, why won’t you make the hurt go away! Daddy told me you could do anything!

Please, Emily Walters


Dear Jesus,

Mommy is crying.  All the time.  I keep having to go back to the hospital.  They give me medicine, but it makes me so sick, Jesus.  And yesterday, when Josh pulled my pigtails, he pulled a bunch of hair out.  But that’s okay.  I didn’t feel it. Can you make my tummy stop being bad?

Love, Emily Walters


Dear Jesus,

I’m back in the hospital.  It’s not so scary anymore because I’ve been coming for a year.  The doctors stopped giving me the medicine that made me sick.  I’m tired all the time now, even though I take naps all day long.  Grandpa says I’m just like him now, and I’m bald just like he is!  Thank you for making most of the hurt go away.  I know you told the nurses to do it.  Am I finally getting better?

Love, Emily Walters

Dear Jesus,
I’m so tired.  My head feels like it’s a cloud.  It’s kind of fun to wiggle my head and watch the room spin.  It’s not fun to watch Mommy and Daddy cry.  I asked why they were crying and Mommy said not to worry because I get to see you soon, and maybe even play with your angels!  I’ve always wanted to meet you Jesus.  But why does Mommy cry when she tells me?  Doesn’t she get to come too?

Love, Emily Walters


Dear Jesus,

Thank you.  Thank you for taking her pain away.  She never deserved it, just like we never deserved her.  It hurt us to see our little girl fighting so hard to stay with us.  I don’t understand why she had to go through so much, but she taught me that strength can come in all shapes and sizes.  She was our little angel, the light of our lives, and Tim and I were blessed to have had such a wonderful, beautiful, kind daughter for the few short years we had her.  I may still be angry that you took her, but I understand why you wanted your littlest angel back.

Love, Samantha Walters.