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I wrote this around Halloween after Jordan had been gone about two years. I still like to go back and read it whenever I miss him, just to remind myself that he is still around, part of me and everything around me, everything he loved.
My youngest son, Jordan, was the darling of our family from the day he was born. His older siblings adored him and diligently looked after him. Since Jordan was possessed of a sweet, trusting disposition, I was always rather protective of him as well. He was truly Nature’s blessing from minute one, and we all joyfully doted upon him. He grew in the warmth of his adoring family to be a wonderful, unselfish, and truly loving little boy. And in return, Jordan often told us that someday he would take care of us, too.
On June 27th, 2003, only six weeks before his eleventh birthday, our beloved Jordan was killed in a tragic accident. Although we know he is gone, Jordan seems bent on proving otherwise, and determined to keep his promise to look...
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