A little over a month has past since that horrible night when Jordons Dad and I stood in the stairwell of J's apt waiting for the Police to tell us what we already knew.Not a day goes by that I dont replay that hour in my head,and the 3 days before..banging on his door,screaming up to his window..it feels as if some of my insides were removed.Each day that goes by I reread comments and look at the pictures over and over.It still hurts so much!every couple of days I cruise by his apt and look up at the window and I ask God why?! in a very selfish way,I want to ask Jordan why!?!I am trying to honor Jordan helping other's who are suffering with this disease of addiction.I personally witnessed Jordan put his hand out,lend a kind word or share some of his time and knowledge about recovery.I was fortunate enough to be on the recieving end of it at one time.I hope to impact someones road to recovery like Jordan did mine!
In Loving Memory of Jordan Ferraro