Disclaimer: I don't own God's Not Dead
Dear Creda. It's now been a year since God took you home. Mom, Dad, and I visited your grave today and laid some African Lilies there. It still hurts and I miss you a lot but pastor Adamson and my grief counselor has been helping. I put your picture in a frame and it's now hanging on the wall above my bed. On a happier note I did go back to youth group and I met a girl from another youth group at a Newsboys concert. Her name is Kara and she's nice. I'm considering asking her out. Your brother Josh.
Author's Note: Because I wrote If only he knew last year and I didn't think about this story till a few weeks ago I wasn't able to post this chapter when it was actually a year since the ten-year-old from my church died but since I want this story to correlate with how many years the ten-year-old has been dead I posted this today.