Watching Jordan Fly

There is no sorrow greater than the sorrow of losing a child; yet no greater comfort than the comfort found in knowing that same child now dwells in the presence of a Holy God.


I know this firsthand. My son, Jordan was killed in a tragic accident on New Year’s Day, 2013.


At seventeen, Jordan was taking the world by storm. He was one test away from getting his pilot’s license; one year away from graduating High School; but only one breath away from eternity.


After journeying through the dark valley, I’ve begun my climb back up this mountain called life. The incline is steep, and I sometimes stumble along the way, but I’ve found healing in remembering my son for the uniquely special gift that he was.


God has placed a desire in my heart to share with you Jordan’s story. The beauty of his life, the heartbreaking tragedy of his death and the truth surrounding the swirling accusations reported on national news. Beyond that, I am compelled to share with you the faithfulness of a loving Heavenly Father who truly does give; beauty for ashes, strength for fear, gladness for mourning and peace for despair.