Disclaimer: I don't own God's Not Dead.
Author's Note: This chapter is dedicated to a twelve year old boy from my taekwondo class who died on September 29th of this year.
Dear Creda. It's now been four years since God took you home. I still miss you and I still feel sad when I look at pictures of you and remember all the moments we had while you were still alive but it's getting better (It's harder to look at them today then any other day so if I look at any of them I look at the funny ones because those are easier to look at without feeling as sad). While I still don't understand why God had to take you so soon going to youth group has helped a little. I still don't know how to feel about the man who caused the accident that took you from us. We pass where the accident happened every time we visit your grave. On your birthday this year as we passed that place I couldn't help but wonder what these four years have been for him. Does he remember what he did with regret or has he lived his life as if it never happened. I know we're supposed to forgive but I'm struggling. On another note you should have a new friend in Heaven now. A twelve year boy named Gilbert from another church had joined our churches youth group this summer. He died on September 29th. I wasn't close to him but I liked him and knew enough about him to tell he was a great kid. I imagine you and him are probably running around Heaven together and having all sorts of fun. Mom and Dad have reached out several times to his parents, have tried to comfort them and shared with them their feelings over losing you. I wish I knew what God's reason is for taking both of you. Your brother Josh.
Author's Note: Since Josh isn't a Martial Artist I had the twelve year old boy join his youth group instead.