Some shared memories:
When I think of Jordan I can’t help but smile. He was such a rich character. A man who fit several lifetimes into one. A life very well lived.
Jordan walking Emilie the cat on a leash, dressed like an elf with his big grin making a tough day at work turn into joy.
He was brilliant, funny, stubborn and sweet. He filled a room with his energy.
Pamela and Jordan together, they knew what each other thought without words. What a love story, what a creative force.
I know Jordan would not want us to be in pain over his passing. He was here and had a huge impact. Remember him and smile. I am.-Terri Lukavitch
When I think of my dad, I think of a childhood enriched with lively music and singing. We would frequently gather together in the living room, Dad playing his guitar or the piano. We would sing for hours, sometimes singing all of the songs from his favorite albums at the time, such as Cat Stevens, or The Who. He also had a favorite collection of folk songs that he would sing with us each night before bedtime. We absolutely loved the nighttime music ritual. Finally, he composed beloved songs for each of us when we were small children and sang them for us throughout our childhood.
-Joia Mencher-Spivey