My name is Alvaro Pina. When I was 6 years old, I told my parents that I was going to have a brother as a gift for my birthday. My parents laughed it off because they didn’t plan on having another child. Sure enough, on my 8th birthday, my brother Alexander Pina was born. It may have been sheer luck, a solid prediction, or a miracle but it actually happened.
We celebrated our birthday for 27 years together. Unfortunately, we won’t get the opportunity to celebrate it together again. On July 18, 2020 at around 1 am, I received the dreadful phone call that my brother was involved in a fatal motorcycle accident. He was hit head on by a driver. The driver and passenger of the car left the scene facing no criminal repercussions. I will never forget the way my brothers and I held my mother from collapsing over my brother, how the mother of his children sat with her head in her hands in disbelief or how his toddler daughter the next day picked up a phone that wasn’t ringing and said “Dada, it’s alright.” Every year we celebrate and honor Alex, he will never be forgotten.
May his soul rest in heavenly peace 🙏🏽 Alexander Pina 1992-2020
