Today in my class we shared our narratives with a partner. I read my tribute to Jordan and my partner cried. After I had read it, I turned around and several other classmates had pulled their chairs closer so they could listen. They all had positive comments and all said they were quite moved. Now we revise and edit the stories and our professor is going to copy and bind them into books for each of us to have. It feels so good to have this story about Jordan on paper. It was a painful process to go through but I am so glad that I did it. I feel like I've honored him by writing it.

Thanks for all your support.
Jordan's mom