Hi, This is my brother, Truong Huu Dinh. I lost him about a year & a half ago. I miss him, & I all want is to have him back again. I feel like I need him now more than ever. He was a beautiful boy.
His life was taken on September 23, 2009 at age ten, four days before my fourteenth birthday. He was riding his bike out of an alleyway when he was struck by a car. That very moment, he was gone.
You see, I didn’t know what happened. I had just gotten home from school & changed out of my uniform when the doorbell rang. It was his friend. He said my brother got hit, & I thought he meant by a person. I was ready to go kick that guy’s ass, until… He said it was by a car. I was dumbfounded. I didn’t know what to do. I grabbed my shoes, ran as fast & hard as I could to him, but it was too late.
I could see people around him. I called out his name & tried to get to him ,but they wouldn’t let me. It was so hard, my heart broke when I saw him on the ground in his blood. I kept telling myself it’ll be okay. The ambulance came. I was panicking. I thought to myself that we’d be in & out of the hospital in no time. That nothing would go wrong & that he’d be with me by the end of the night. It wasn’t that way. I called my mom & she came speeding in her car. I couldn’t stand to see her cry. It broke me. I just wanted everything to be okay. I just wanted to have my brother be fine.
We ended up getting to the hospital in the police car with my brother in the ambulance. Crying, we rushed in there to find him. News already spread to the family & they were all there. My grandma was weeping, calling out for her baby. I didn’t know what to do. They told me it’d all be okay. I knew it wouldn’t…
He was declared dead the day after. We stayed in the hospital for days. My uncle, he was completely broken. We were close to him. I was dead. I saw people cry that I never thought would. & I was being lied to continually. How can you tell me things will be okay when I’ve lost my one & only brother? They aren’t.
We were at the funeral for three or four days. His cremation was three days after my birthday. His ashes went to my temple. I missed school for nearly two weeks. I never wanted to come back. I couldn’t take the fact I had to wake up & live everyday without him. He was my everything. No matter what happened, I love him.
I feel like I could’ve saved him if I didn’t go home so early. It could’ve been me instead. I miss him so much. I just need my baby back. There’s not a day I don’t think about it & it kills me.