Guestbook

I always looked up to my cousin, and not just because he was taller than everyone... I remember being a little girl and marching right up to the attic at the house in Newton and watching MTV with the guys before I was allowed and admiring the beads that Jordan made. I remember following him into the driveway to watch him on his skateboard and I'm sure I was a disappointing student because I could never learn to do more than sit on it and roll... I looked up to him when he left home and moved to the west coast, that was brave. and exciting. More recently I looked up to him for his traveler's spirit... unafraid to go out in the world, see new places, stray from the itinerary... He inspired me to take my own trip and gave me courage to go out on my own. I looked to him for comfort when his mother was dying. I remember standing next to her bed saying goodbye and being frozen there, unwilling and unable to leave knowing that it was the last time I would see her. But Jordan took my hands from the rail and gave me a hug and assured me that everything would be alright. I never would have been able to leave without his hug and his words.In the past couple years, Jordan and I had been working on our relationship as "adults". I like to think that he was the one who smoothed out the edges in our family... relax when uptight, smile when stressed, enjoy your life and your family... I admired that and I will certainly try my hardest to retain that spirit in my life. I loved that I could tell him anything and he would never pass judgement or be critical... pure love and acceptance. I am missing Jordy and I'll always be looking up to him.xoJules