It seems Austin Vantrease (the monster that so brutally harmed my son) is now a father. At least that’s what registered in public records and social media. Oh, I have so much to say about this! I’ll get to that at a later time, simply because I need time to gather my thoughts… and where to even start?
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I mean, I could speak to the quality — or severe lack thereof — of the woman who accepted him as a partner. What a loser she must be to do no better than him? How could she EVER leave their child alone with him, knowing his violence (especially toward those who are helpless)?
I could speak to him being able to meet his financial obligation to my son… if not demonstrated before, he clearly chose this is not priority.
I could speak to the embarrassment that child will undoubtedly face when schoolmates tell him that his father is a violent felon who spent time in a maximum security prison. A prison solely designed to incarcerate those who committed violent crimes against others! I’m guessing there won’t be many sleepovers at Austin’s house… what parent in their right mind would even consider this for a second?
Anyhow, I must let this all sink in before sharing my thoughts.
In the meantime, here’s what my daughter opined (copied from Facebook, by Kari Diviney):
Please share, people need to know my brother’s story. And please continue to pray for him.
This post was incredibly hard for me to write. I haven’t broken down the way I did upon hearing the news you are about to read below, in a long time.
The man on the left is Austin Vantrease, and the man on the right is my older brother, Ryan Diviney, who has been comatose for 6 years because of Austin Vantrease. This picture of my brother was taken the day after Ryan was admitted into Ruby Memorial Hospital, with traumatic brain injury after being brutally beaten when he was 20 years old attending West Virginia University, he is now 26.
A group of Austin’s friends surrounded my brother in the Dairy Mart parking lot off of Spruce St one night while my brother and his friends were going to get food. One of Austin’s friends, Jonathan May, punched my brother in the head when he wasn’t looking knocking him unconscious. Following the blow, Austin sprinted toward my brother and kicked his head (as described as punting a football in a witness statement), and my brother immediately started seizing and bleeding from every hole on his head. Austin and Jonathan ran behind a dumpster (recorded on Dairy Mart footage, and watched my brother seizing) then proceeded to a party, leaving my brother to die. (Jonathan May and Austin Vantrease also knocked my brother’s friend unconscious as well, which resulted in his jaw being broken).
Ryan is still in a coma to this day. Ryan can’t speak, eat, laugh, cry, or move voluntarily…and he can’t see since his eyes have been sewn shut for health purposes over 2 years ago. Ryan has had over 15 surgeries and has had to take up to 50 medications/supplements a day to survive.
Austin Vantrease was released from prison about a year and a half ago… while my brother still fights for his life every single day.
Why today’s post is ESPECIALLY hard is because it was just brought to my attention that the baby that Austin Vantrease is holding in the picture above… is his. This. Kills. Me.
My innocent brother’s life is gone, Ryan and everything he was is gone…his smile, the light in his eyes, his passion…. all violently kicked out of him.
Austin hasn’t been out of prison for more than 18 months, and has already brought a child into this world. My brother will never be able to have kids… he will never be able to find the love of his life….he will never be able to grow his own family, and become his children’s football coach. He lives his life in a shell of what he used to be, while Austin Vantrease continues living… as if he never took an innocent man’s life.
So with this said…
I hope your son lives a long and beautiful life. I hope your son gets to play sports, has his first crush… makes new friends at school. I hope your son laughs, and cherishes everything life has to offer him. I hope your son makes it into the college of his dreams. I hope he meets the love of his life, and I hope he gets married and has beautiful children.
I hope all of this FOR HIM purely because he is innocent, just like my brother was. I hope this for him because no innocent life should be taken from someone by the hands of another man, and no parent should lose their child. They should be able to see them grow up and become who they are destined to be.
That, because of you, Austin, was taken from my parents… taken from my brother… and taken from me. And I will never forgive you and I will hate you forever for that. You took an innocent mans life, you took my brothers life, and you took my parents child’s life.
And I hope you think about that every time you look at your son.
DISCLAIMER: Kari is right, this child is innocent and should be left alone. I don’t want anyone believing I’m bringing an infant into this or inciting action against a defenseless human… that would be Austin Vantrease that did both of those.