Jordan was a son, a brother, a stepson, a stepbrother, a loving boyfriend, a grandson, an uncle, a cousin and a best friend. He was tall and handsome and turned many a head, male and female. His friends both loved and envied him. At his funeral they described Jordan as; well-mannered, a great listener, kind and considerate, intelligent, cool but humble, ridiculously handsome, a true gentleman, humorous, “being a friend with him was never a chore”, “he was the person I would usually turn to at difficult times like this”, “he was the best and most loyal friend I ever had”, “He was remarkable in every sense”
Jordan was the kind of person who would stop and chat to homeless people and to local strangers – only a few days before he left us, he’d stopped to speak with an old lady who was sweeping leaves from the public pathway in front of her house. He told her what a good job she was doing.
Jordan was also strong – he’d battled with severe depression for many years. He loved his family and his friends so much that he would often protect them from the ultimate depths of his despair, but he was always there for them, no matter how difficult his day was. There was nothing selfish about Jordan, not even at the moment he chose to end his pain, when he took the time to write notes to Charlotte and his family to let us know that he loved us.