Hi, Mark. I'm Jordan's mother and as his birthday recently passed with the now familiar deluge of tears, memories, and gales of laughter over Jordan stories, I'm thinking of him with the same disbelief I had the day he died (does the wonderment ever cease over the realization that the world can actually continue to spin, even without the physical presence of your beloved in it?). And, I thought, "I will just Google his name and see what comes up." What came up was this piece, which I had never seen before. As his mother, please accept my deepest thanks for this remembrance of my boy. He was everything you say -- and more. He was not perfect, but he was a remarkable human being with a passion for the underdog and a mind that amazed us from the very beginning. That child was reading at three and asking me questions about the world, about people, and about what causes people to treat others badly. He was also one of the funniest people I've ever known. Dry sarcasm was the coin of the realm in our family and Jordan was a master of it. He adored his precious Beth and those two children. He called me one night and told me, "Don't tell the other lawyers, but I just got rolled by a 2-year-old." Annie had "negotiated" her way out of a bath, and he didn't realize until it was over that her, "Daddy, I have a solution that will make us both happy" was her final (and successful) lunge and parry. I miss every single thing about Jordan. His intellect; his honor; his compassion; his quirky smile. All of it. The last words he said to me, as he and his family left our house the Easter Sunday 6 days before he died, were tossed over his shoulder, with a broad smile, as he loped down my porch steps with Annie in his arms. "This boy sure does love his mama!" I thank God for that last picture of my beautiful boy, casually calling out to his mother what has always mattered most to her -- her babies' love. Anyway, thank you again for saying what every mother wants to hear -- that her child's life mattered. He made a difference. He loved and was loved. He litigated masterfully and won (most of the time). He did it with honor. I could not be any prouder of my boy. I could not miss his presence any more than I do. But I thank you for your kind words. Cynthia Williams Young
Hi, Cynthia. I’d like to preserve Jordan’s Twitter account. Do you know who might have the login (or have access to the email that he might have used to log in)? Please email me at mb@ivi3.com. Thank you.
I subscribe to all kinds of stuff -- even if it's written by an asshole. (kidding) I actually went on to read several of your straight up law posts and found them fascinating. I'm not an attorney, but at one point a few years ago, I was mulling going to law school. Jordan told me he'd prefer it if I not move to Harris County, as I would almost certainly be a prosecutor and I would likely whip his ass in the courtroom. (Not likely. he'd been rolling ME since he was 2.) Thanks again.
Hi, Mark. I'm Jordan's mother and as his birthday recently passed with the now familiar deluge of tears, memories, and gales of laughter over Jordan stories, I'm thinking of him with the same disbelief I had the day he died (does the wonderment ever cease over the realization that the world can actually continue to spin, even without the physical presence of your beloved in it?). And, I thought, "I will just Google his name and see what comes up." What came up was this piece, which I had never seen before. As his mother, please accept my deepest thanks for this remembrance of my boy. He was everything you say -- and more. He was not perfect, but he was a remarkable human being with a passion for the underdog and a mind that amazed us from the very beginning. That child was reading at three and asking me questions about the world, about people, and about what causes people to treat others badly. He was also one of the funniest people I've ever known. Dry sarcasm was the coin of the realm in our family and Jordan was a master of it. He adored his precious Beth and those two children. He called me one night and told me, "Don't tell the other lawyers, but I just got rolled by a 2-year-old." Annie had "negotiated" her way out of a bath, and he didn't realize until it was over that her, "Daddy, I have a solution that will make us both happy" was her final (and successful) lunge and parry. I miss every single thing about Jordan. His intellect; his honor; his compassion; his quirky smile. All of it. The last words he said to me, as he and his family left our house the Easter Sunday 6 days before he died, were tossed over his shoulder, with a broad smile, as he loped down my porch steps with Annie in his arms. "This boy sure does love his mama!" I thank God for that last picture of my beautiful boy, casually calling out to his mother what has always mattered most to her -- her babies' love. Anyway, thank you again for saying what every mother wants to hear -- that her child's life mattered. He made a difference. He loved and was loved. He litigated masterfully and won (most of the time). He did it with honor. I could not be any prouder of my boy. I could not miss his presence any more than I do. But I thank you for your kind words. Cynthia Williams Young
Hi, Cynthia. I’d like to preserve Jordan’s Twitter account. Do you know who might have the login (or have access to the email that he might have used to log in)? Please email me at mb@ivi3.com. Thank you.
I subscribe to all kinds of stuff -- even if it's written by an asshole. (kidding) I actually went on to read several of your straight up law posts and found them fascinating. I'm not an attorney, but at one point a few years ago, I was mulling going to law school. Jordan told me he'd prefer it if I not move to Harris County, as I would almost certainly be a prosecutor and I would likely whip his ass in the courtroom. (Not likely. he'd been rolling ME since he was 2.) Thanks again.