Kim Jordan

Mom, It´s been 18 years today. There has been so much you haven´t been able to be a part of. Watching your two sons grow up and become parents, seeing us succeed, seeing us fail, seeing us get back up again. You´d be so proud. You´d absolutely love your grandchildren and I know they´d love you. I see you in my life on a daily basis. You taught me how to love and have empathy. You instilled in me the value of working hard, even when no one was watching. You gave me faith in myself, faith in...

Mama, it´s been so long. I still come here from time to time, just to look. You´d love your grandchildren and they´d sure love you. I miss you more than you´ll ever know.

We were so sorry to hear of your loss. Please let us know if there is anything we can do to help at this time.

In My Pocket

I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.