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kathy chmielewski
kathy chmielewski

We wanted to let you know we think of you and pray for your family often.


I can't believe it's been a year since Gino left to live with our Heavenly Father.


He is enjoying the amazing and beautiful love of Jesus who is taking better care of him than anyone could ever.  He is loving his new life and smiling down on all of us, but is so proud of your courage and dedication to him.  You all are doing such a wonderful job keeping his beautiful memory alive and raising money for research to help find a cure for  childhood cancer.  We will never forget his beautiful caring spirit which will live on forever not only in our hearts and minds but of course in Heaven welcoming so many!    We love you all !  God Bless,


Kathy ,  Carl, Faith, Anthony, Alex and Kristin Chmielewski

Susan Deitrick
Susan Deitrick
Jedi Gino,
Was it really a year ago today that you decided to slip out of that worn-out little body of yours and into the arms of your Good Buddy, Jesus?  Such a long and soul-exhausting, physically-devastating journey in such a short span of time.  You gave new meaning to the word, "Man-Child".  In many ways, although you were only a little child when you came face-to-face with "Grievous"; and you were still only ten when you decided it had done all the damage you were going to suffer because of it; you had become a wise, tried and true, man of God in a little boy's body before you finished. I think, in the end, through God's compassion, it truly was the little boy, Jedi Gino, who lay in that bed in your bright, yellow room, as Mom held you, or Dad, or Addie just sat and told stories, wanting to coax you into getting up out of that bed to play with her.  Yes, it was the little boy who called out, "Mom!" when he wanted a drink or a poscycle or just to be held and comforted.  One thing you never doubted is how very much your family loved you--and that went for alllllllll of your family!  Who could get to know you and not love you, Gino Boy?!  I'm quite sure all of Heaven has discovered as much.  I'll bet you could call every one you've met by name, and they'd have a big grin on their face when you said it!

I know that you know how much you're missed by everyone who ever knew you, whether your whole life or just a few minutes.  What a spell you cast on folks with that outrageous, ornery laughter and sparkling eyes!  I'm happy to say the world could never be the same since you were part of it!  You have made a difference in more lives than you'd have ever imagined.  And here's a really good thing...your mom and dad are carrying on where you left off.  I'm sure, one day Addie will also, in her own way.

Happy Feast Day, Little St. Gino!  Keep watch on your family, your friends, even your schools!  Oh, by the way, your good buddy, Joe Toth, wrote a wonderful article about you in our Writers' Club's one-and-only newsletter that went out the last day of school.  You'd be proud, and it did him a whole lot of good, too!  Don't worry, you will never be forgotten.

I love you, Little Guy!
Judy Gager
Aunt Judy
Well buddy I can't believe it's almost a year since you left us. I think about you a lot and know you can here me when I talk to you when I am driving in the valley. That is my alone time with you. It's just you and me and an occasional wild turkey, blue heron, silly chipmunks crossing the road and many other animals that live there. We are all excited about your foundation to fund a cure for cancer. We will do our best to raise as much money as it takes so no other child will have to go what you went through! Love and miss you!
Brian and Sarah Kunka
Brian and Sarah Kunka
Dom, Gina, Adelina and Altieri Family,
Our hearts and prayers are with you all and we are wishing you peace during this Christmas season and always. Although we all cannot truly know how you feel at this time, we pause to honor Gino and all of you for your courageousness and let you know in some small way that we are thinking of you.
Angela Abdoo
Angela Abdoo
Dear Gina, Dom, & Adelina,Thank you for your post & the picture! My prayers are with you daily. May you be comforted each day by all good memories & may the love that Gino shared with everyone return to you 1000-fold!God bless your family with peace & lots of hugs and hands to hold!Love,
 
Susan Deitrick
Susan Deitrick
Gino,It still doesn't feel real that you're not around anymore.  I know your folks are having a rough time--all your family and friends are!  It is amazing how one little guy could affect so many lives in such powerful ways.  An angel on loan does seem to apply in your case--not that your were perfect and always on your best behavior!  No, you were quite real, quite fun, and definitely, quite boy!!!  Of course, anyone who knows anything knows that God doesn't pick perfect people to do the big jobs.  God picks the dented halos and the crooked wings to show His perfect Love. There is no doubt that you understand much more about all this from where you are than those of us still making our way on earth could.
My sister Sharon sent me a copy of this story today.  I know I've read it before, but today, I knew it came by way of you, so I'm going to post it.  I'm afraid it may bring some tears, especially to Mom and Dad, but they will be good tears.  I don't know who actually wrote it, but, as I said, I know it came today from your heart to Mom's.
















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 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 lay down across his bed and, hugging his pillow,
cried herself to sleep.






It was around
midnight when Sally awoke. Lying 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.
Kelli Carr
Kelli Carr
Thinking of all of you during these difficult days. Gino is in a better place than we are and is looking out for each of you. A day doesn't go by that Kayla and I don't think of Gino. Dom, Kayla really enjoyed your putting match Wednesday, thank you! If you guys need anything that I can help with please don't hesitate to ask. Love you all!
olimpia iemma
olimpia iemma
The poem is absolutely beautiful!  There isn't a day we don't think about Gino and all of his family.  The only comfort is knowing that he is in heaven now and he isn't suffering any longer, our thoughts  are more for all of you now, but the poem is really inspiring and I do hope that it helps all of you to cope in a better and more peaceful way!  Thank you for posting!
Love to all,
Olimpia
Susan Deitrick
Susan Deitrick
It must be a Gino week--but then, what week isn't anymore?  In particular, though, as I stopped to read Aunt Andrea's beautiful post, I really do have to stop everything else.  It must be difficult to imagine that anybody else in the whole world has such a similar experience of one beautiful child and going on living because of them as Gino's own family.  That must have been a powerful celebration at Children's where such an incredible poem was shared!
In school, I spoke with a couple of Gino's "best friends" in the past week.  One is going on with life a slightly dazed yet far richer little boy because of his connection with this amazing boy wonder, Gino.  I think Gino showed him how to live and claim his place in this world.  The other, a beautiful little girl with quietly sad eyes, shared that the one moment in her life when she thought she was going to die was the day she found out that Gino had died.  He had been her best friend since kindergarten... I'm not sure how many even heard her or understood what she'd shared. It was so soft, bright, then slipped out of view like the last wink of a firefly before it is gone from sight.  Funny, in a sad sort of way, but that kind of describes Gino's life, doesn't it...
Even yesterday, I went to the funeral of a student who was now a senior; a little girl whose borrowed heart finally just gave out on her.  I could feel Gino's presence, like a shared joy he was welcoming another of Stow's jewels,  Destiny, into the Kingdom of Heaven.  I could just see him grab her by the hand and dancing her all the way to the throne of God.  Since she was just as full of that special kind of crazy joy and spunk, she was delighted.  There was just this trail of laughter fading out of sight.
Just Gino moments...We are so blessed to know that there will always be--when we least expect it-- such glimpses of Heaven, and reminders that our boy is still working overtime at having fun and touching lives--even our own...
Angela Abdoo
Angela Abdoo
Dear Gina, Dom, & Adelina,Thank you for your post & the picture! My prayers are with you daily. May you be comforted each day by all good memories & may the love that Gino shared with everyone return to you 1000-fold!God bless your family with peace & lots of hugs and hands to hold!Love,
 
Kelli Carr
Kelli Carr
Thinking of all of you during these difficult days. Gino is in a better place than we are and is looking out for each of you. A day doesn't go by that Kayla and I don't think of Gino. Dom, Kayla really enjoyed your putting match Wednesday, thank you! If you guys need anything that I can help with please don't hesitate to ask. Love you all!
kathy chmielewski
kathy chmielewski

We wanted to let you know we think of you and pray for your family often.


I can't believe it's been a year since Gino left to live with our Heavenly Father.


He is enjoying the amazing and beautiful love of Jesus who is taking better care of him than anyone could ever.  He is loving his new life and smiling down on all of us, but is so proud of your courage and dedication to him.  You all are doing such a wonderful job keeping his beautiful memory alive and raising money for research to help find a cure for  childhood cancer.  We will never forget his beautiful caring spirit which will live on forever not only in our hearts and minds but of course in Heaven welcoming so many!    We love you all !  God Bless,


Kathy ,  Carl, Faith, Anthony, Alex and Kristin Chmielewski

Susan Deitrick
Susan Deitrick
Jedi Gino,
Was it really a year ago today that you decided to slip out of that worn-out little body of yours and into the arms of your Good Buddy, Jesus?  Such a long and soul-exhausting, physically-devastating journey in such a short span of time.  You gave new meaning to the word, "Man-Child".  In many ways, although you were only a little child when you came face-to-face with "Grievous"; and you were still only ten when you decided it had done all the damage you were going to suffer because of it; you had become a wise, tried and true, man of God in a little boy's body before you finished. I think, in the end, through God's compassion, it truly was the little boy, Jedi Gino, who lay in that bed in your bright, yellow room, as Mom held you, or Dad, or Addie just sat and told stories, wanting to coax you into getting up out of that bed to play with her.  Yes, it was the little boy who called out, "Mom!" when he wanted a drink or a poscycle or just to be held and comforted.  One thing you never doubted is how very much your family loved you--and that went for alllllllll of your family!  Who could get to know you and not love you, Gino Boy?!  I'm quite sure all of Heaven has discovered as much.  I'll bet you could call every one you've met by name, and they'd have a big grin on their face when you said it!

I know that you know how much you're missed by everyone who ever knew you, whether your whole life or just a few minutes.  What a spell you cast on folks with that outrageous, ornery laughter and sparkling eyes!  I'm happy to say the world could never be the same since you were part of it!  You have made a difference in more lives than you'd have ever imagined.  And here's a really good thing...your mom and dad are carrying on where you left off.  I'm sure, one day Addie will also, in her own way.

Happy Feast Day, Little St. Gino!  Keep watch on your family, your friends, even your schools!  Oh, by the way, your good buddy, Joe Toth, wrote a wonderful article about you in our Writers' Club's one-and-only newsletter that went out the last day of school.  You'd be proud, and it did him a whole lot of good, too!  Don't worry, you will never be forgotten.

I love you, Little Guy!
Judy Gager
Aunt Judy
Well buddy I can't believe it's almost a year since you left us. I think about you a lot and know you can here me when I talk to you when I am driving in the valley. That is my alone time with you. It's just you and me and an occasional wild turkey, blue heron, silly chipmunks crossing the road and many other animals that live there. We are all excited about your foundation to fund a cure for cancer. We will do our best to raise as much money as it takes so no other child will have to go what you went through! Love and miss you!
Brian and Sarah Kunka
Brian and Sarah Kunka
Dom, Gina, Adelina and Altieri Family,
Our hearts and prayers are with you all and we are wishing you peace during this Christmas season and always. Although we all cannot truly know how you feel at this time, we pause to honor Gino and all of you for your courageousness and let you know in some small way that we are thinking of you.
Susan Deitrick
Susan Deitrick
Gino,It still doesn't feel real that you're not around anymore.  I know your folks are having a rough time--all your family and friends are!  It is amazing how one little guy could affect so many lives in such powerful ways.  An angel on loan does seem to apply in your case--not that your were perfect and always on your best behavior!  No, you were quite real, quite fun, and definitely, quite boy!!!  Of course, anyone who knows anything knows that God doesn't pick perfect people to do the big jobs.  God picks the dented halos and the crooked wings to show His perfect Love. There is no doubt that you understand much more about all this from where you are than those of us still making our way on earth could.
My sister Sharon sent me a copy of this story today.  I know I've read it before, but today, I knew it came by way of you, so I'm going to post it.  I'm afraid it may bring some tears, especially to Mom and Dad, but they will be good tears.  I don't know who actually wrote it, but, as I said, I know it came today from your heart to Mom's.
















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 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 lay down across his bed and, hugging his pillow,
cried herself to sleep.






It was around
midnight when Sally awoke. Lying 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.
olimpia iemma
olimpia iemma
The poem is absolutely beautiful!  There isn't a day we don't think about Gino and all of his family.  The only comfort is knowing that he is in heaven now and he isn't suffering any longer, our thoughts  are more for all of you now, but the poem is really inspiring and I do hope that it helps all of you to cope in a better and more peaceful way!  Thank you for posting!
Love to all,
Olimpia
Susan Deitrick
Susan Deitrick
It must be a Gino week--but then, what week isn't anymore?  In particular, though, as I stopped to read Aunt Andrea's beautiful post, I really do have to stop everything else.  It must be difficult to imagine that anybody else in the whole world has such a similar experience of one beautiful child and going on living because of them as Gino's own family.  That must have been a powerful celebration at Children's where such an incredible poem was shared!
In school, I spoke with a couple of Gino's "best friends" in the past week.  One is going on with life a slightly dazed yet far richer little boy because of his connection with this amazing boy wonder, Gino.  I think Gino showed him how to live and claim his place in this world.  The other, a beautiful little girl with quietly sad eyes, shared that the one moment in her life when she thought she was going to die was the day she found out that Gino had died.  He had been her best friend since kindergarten... I'm not sure how many even heard her or understood what she'd shared. It was so soft, bright, then slipped out of view like the last wink of a firefly before it is gone from sight.  Funny, in a sad sort of way, but that kind of describes Gino's life, doesn't it...
Even yesterday, I went to the funeral of a student who was now a senior; a little girl whose borrowed heart finally just gave out on her.  I could feel Gino's presence, like a shared joy he was welcoming another of Stow's jewels,  Destiny, into the Kingdom of Heaven.  I could just see him grab her by the hand and dancing her all the way to the throne of God.  Since she was just as full of that special kind of crazy joy and spunk, she was delighted.  There was just this trail of laughter fading out of sight.
Just Gino moments...We are so blessed to know that there will always be--when we least expect it-- such glimpses of Heaven, and reminders that our boy is still working overtime at having fun and touching lives--even our own...
Susan Deitrick
Susan Deitrick
Jedi Gino,
Was it really a year ago today that you decided to slip out of that worn-out little body of yours and into the arms of your Good Buddy, Jesus?  Such a long and soul-exhausting, physically-devastating journey in such a short span of time.  You gave new meaning to the word, "Man-Child".  In many ways, although you were only a little child when you came face-to-face with "Grievous"; and you were still only ten when you decided it had done all the damage you were going to suffer because of it; you had become a wise, tried and true, man of God in a little boy's body before you finished. I think, in the end, through God's compassion, it truly was the little boy, Jedi Gino, who lay in that bed in your bright, yellow room, as Mom held you, or Dad, or Addie just sat and told stories, wanting to coax you into getting up out of that bed to play with her.  Yes, it was the little boy who called out, "Mom!" when he wanted a drink or a poscycle or just to be held and comforted.  One thing you never doubted is how very much your family loved you--and that went for alllllllll of your family!  Who could get to know you and not love you, Gino Boy?!  I'm quite sure all of Heaven has discovered as much.  I'll bet you could call every one you've met by name, and they'd have a big grin on their face when you said it!

I know that you know how much you're missed by everyone who ever knew you, whether your whole life or just a few minutes.  What a spell you cast on folks with that outrageous, ornery laughter and sparkling eyes!  I'm happy to say the world could never be the same since you were part of it!  You have made a difference in more lives than you'd have ever imagined.  And here's a really good thing...your mom and dad are carrying on where you left off.  I'm sure, one day Addie will also, in her own way.

Happy Feast Day, Little St. Gino!  Keep watch on your family, your friends, even your schools!  Oh, by the way, your good buddy, Joe Toth, wrote a wonderful article about you in our Writers' Club's one-and-only newsletter that went out the last day of school.  You'd be proud, and it did him a whole lot of good, too!  Don't worry, you will never be forgotten.

I love you, Little Guy!
Susan Deitrick
Susan Deitrick
Gino,It still doesn't feel real that you're not around anymore.  I know your folks are having a rough time--all your family and friends are!  It is amazing how one little guy could affect so many lives in such powerful ways.  An angel on loan does seem to apply in your case--not that your were perfect and always on your best behavior!  No, you were quite real, quite fun, and definitely, quite boy!!!  Of course, anyone who knows anything knows that God doesn't pick perfect people to do the big jobs.  God picks the dented halos and the crooked wings to show His perfect Love. There is no doubt that you understand much more about all this from where you are than those of us still making our way on earth could.
My sister Sharon sent me a copy of this story today.  I know I've read it before, but today, I knew it came by way of you, so I'm going to post it.  I'm afraid it may bring some tears, especially to Mom and Dad, but they will be good tears.  I don't know who actually wrote it, but, as I said, I know it came today from your heart to Mom's.
















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 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 lay down across his bed and, hugging his pillow,
cried herself to sleep.






It was around
midnight when Sally awoke. Lying 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.
Susan Deitrick
Susan Deitrick
It must be a Gino week--but then, what week isn't anymore?  In particular, though, as I stopped to read Aunt Andrea's beautiful post, I really do have to stop everything else.  It must be difficult to imagine that anybody else in the whole world has such a similar experience of one beautiful child and going on living because of them as Gino's own family.  That must have been a powerful celebration at Children's where such an incredible poem was shared!
In school, I spoke with a couple of Gino's "best friends" in the past week.  One is going on with life a slightly dazed yet far richer little boy because of his connection with this amazing boy wonder, Gino.  I think Gino showed him how to live and claim his place in this world.  The other, a beautiful little girl with quietly sad eyes, shared that the one moment in her life when she thought she was going to die was the day she found out that Gino had died.  He had been her best friend since kindergarten... I'm not sure how many even heard her or understood what she'd shared. It was so soft, bright, then slipped out of view like the last wink of a firefly before it is gone from sight.  Funny, in a sad sort of way, but that kind of describes Gino's life, doesn't it...
Even yesterday, I went to the funeral of a student who was now a senior; a little girl whose borrowed heart finally just gave out on her.  I could feel Gino's presence, like a shared joy he was welcoming another of Stow's jewels,  Destiny, into the Kingdom of Heaven.  I could just see him grab her by the hand and dancing her all the way to the throne of God.  Since she was just as full of that special kind of crazy joy and spunk, she was delighted.  There was just this trail of laughter fading out of sight.
Just Gino moments...We are so blessed to know that there will always be--when we least expect it-- such glimpses of Heaven, and reminders that our boy is still working overtime at having fun and touching lives--even our own...
kathy chmielewski
kathy chmielewski

We wanted to let you know we think of you and pray for your family often.


I can't believe it's been a year since Gino left to live with our Heavenly Father.


He is enjoying the amazing and beautiful love of Jesus who is taking better care of him than anyone could ever.  He is loving his new life and smiling down on all of us, but is so proud of your courage and dedication to him.  You all are doing such a wonderful job keeping his beautiful memory alive and raising money for research to help find a cure for  childhood cancer.  We will never forget his beautiful caring spirit which will live on forever not only in our hearts and minds but of course in Heaven welcoming so many!    We love you all !  God Bless,


Kathy ,  Carl, Faith, Anthony, Alex and Kristin Chmielewski

Brian and Sarah Kunka
Brian and Sarah Kunka
Dom, Gina, Adelina and Altieri Family,
Our hearts and prayers are with you all and we are wishing you peace during this Christmas season and always. Although we all cannot truly know how you feel at this time, we pause to honor Gino and all of you for your courageousness and let you know in some small way that we are thinking of you.
Kelli Carr
Kelli Carr
Thinking of all of you during these difficult days. Gino is in a better place than we are and is looking out for each of you. A day doesn't go by that Kayla and I don't think of Gino. Dom, Kayla really enjoyed your putting match Wednesday, thank you! If you guys need anything that I can help with please don't hesitate to ask. Love you all!
olimpia iemma
olimpia iemma
The poem is absolutely beautiful!  There isn't a day we don't think about Gino and all of his family.  The only comfort is knowing that he is in heaven now and he isn't suffering any longer, our thoughts  are more for all of you now, but the poem is really inspiring and I do hope that it helps all of you to cope in a better and more peaceful way!  Thank you for posting!
Love to all,
Olimpia
Judy Gager
Aunt Judy
Well buddy I can't believe it's almost a year since you left us. I think about you a lot and know you can here me when I talk to you when I am driving in the valley. That is my alone time with you. It's just you and me and an occasional wild turkey, blue heron, silly chipmunks crossing the road and many other animals that live there. We are all excited about your foundation to fund a cure for cancer. We will do our best to raise as much money as it takes so no other child will have to go what you went through! Love and miss you!
Angela Abdoo
Angela Abdoo
Dear Gina, Dom, & Adelina,Thank you for your post & the picture! My prayers are with you daily. May you be comforted each day by all good memories & may the love that Gino shared with everyone return to you 1000-fold!God bless your family with peace & lots of hugs and hands to hold!Love,