[Copied from my daughter’s Facebook post, August 26, 2013]
I can’t believe how long it’s been since I have seen my brother’s smile or heard him speak. I have so much I want to talk to him about… so much to show him. He was so young when his life was taken from him.
My brother, Ryan Diviney, has been in a coma for 4 years this November 7th after being brutally attacked and kicked in the head in 2009 by Felon Austin Vantrease. All we have is a shell of what Ryan was. All he had to offer… All he had to give… All the love and laughter and life he still had to experience.
Now, lying comatose in a hospital bed, under my fathers care, in a hospital room built in our house.
I often find myself looking back through old pictures of our last family vacation together in 2009. He was so happy… had so much promise… was my big brother… was my world. I wonder what he would think of me today… I wonder the advice he would give me as I’ve been growing up… I wonder what memories we would’ve made… the fun we could’ve had together as we were finally becoming adults.
All this taken away from him and my family. All the memories. His future. My parents futures. Everything because of one night. Why did my brother have to cross Austin Vantrease and Jonathan Mays path that night? Why did they punch and kick my unconscious brother in the head over a baseball game? Anyone who knows Ryan knows he did not deserve this fate. No one deserves to be kicked in the head while their down and defenseless… no one. I lost my big brother that night… My parent’s son… our world.
We lost his twinkling smile and ability to light up any room. His passion… gone. His light, gone. Not only my family but the world lost a great guy that night.
The world lost someone who would’ve been something.. Would’ve made a difference. Not many people had passion like my brother and anyone who knows him knows that he was one of the most passionate people this worlds ever known.. And we can only hope that one day… a miracle will bring him back to us.