Family and Friends, When you visit this site could you please stop and light a candle. It gives me great comfort to know people remember JORDAN.To those who light candles on a regular basis, THANK YOU for keeping JORDAN's spirit and memory alive.


This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Jordan Spencer who was born in South Boston, Massachusetts on June 09, 1981 and passed away on January 17, 2003 at the age of 21years 7 months and 8 days. We will remember him for all eternity.

Jordan was born on an early Tuesday morning, which would probably account for his rising each day at the crack of dawn. We eagerly awaited the birth of what we thought would be a second daughter. His big sister Shaena at 2 1/2 had no doubts that she was having a brother.There was no persuading her. What a surprise it was when our "she'' turned out to be a "he". We were absolutely thrilled and Shaena adored her baby brother. This would continue throughout thier lives.

Jordan was a happy and content baby and child. Although he was often sick it never seemed to change his personality. He loved people and could make friends easily, both young and old. He walked at 10 months and from that point on there was no stopping him. He loved baseball and could usually be found playing before and after school. He really loved the Boston Red Sox and would have been estatic over the championship win in 2004. He would always say "wait until next year." It breaks my heart that he was never able to see them win a World Series Championship. But who knows, maybe he did!

He was very close to his sister, who he lovingly called Pudge.They were always looking out for one another.They were each other's mentor and protector.They would often check each other's dates and chase away any they thought were undesirable dates for one another.

One thing she could not protect him from was his deep depression.It became more and more pronounced until in 2002 he was finally diagnosed with Bipolar disease.The last few years of his life were an up and down battle with this disease. Just when we thought he was doing well and conquering the disease, it all came crashing down on us. He died on January 17,2003.He had finally found the peace he had so desperately seeked.

His death left his family and friends searching for answers. Such a beautiful soul gone in the blink of an eye. He left a piece of his soul in everyone he knew and will be lovingly remembered for all eternity. And to quote you, my beautiful son,


"That's my story and I'm sticking to it!"

  R.I.P. MOM

4/16/31-1/12/06 


JORDAN'S NANA MCQUEEN 

     JORDAN, HIS SISTER SHAENA, MOM HOLDING HIS NEICE KENNEDY AND JORDAN'S DAD.THIS IS THE LAST FAMILY PHOTO BEFORE JORDAN'S DEATH     

THANK YOU TRACY SHILT

THANK YOU CATHY (MOM) TO DAVID GIRAUD

THANK YOU TRACY SHILT SISTER TO GORDON

A MOTHERS GRIEF

You ask me how I'm feeling,
but do you really want to know?
The moment I try telling you,
You say you have to go.

How can I tell you,
what it's been like for me.
I am haunted, I am broken
By the things you do not see.

You ask me how I'm holding up,
but do you really care?
The second I try to speak my heart,
You start squirming in your chair.

Because I am so lonely,
you see,no one comes around,
I'll take the words I want to say
And quietly choke them down.

Everyone avoids me now,
Because they don't know what to say,
They tell me I'll be there for you,
then turn and walk away.

Call me if you need me,
that's what everybody said,
But how can I call you and scream into the phone,
My God, my son is dead?

No one will let me
say the words I need to say.
Why does a mother's grief
scare everyone away?

I am tired of pretending
as my heart pounds in my chest,
I say things to make you comfortable,
but my soul finds no rest.

How can I tell you things,
that are too sad to be told,
of the helplessness of holding a son
who in your arms grows cold.

Maybe you can tell me,
how should one behave,
who's had to follow their son's casket,
and watched it perched above a grave?

You cannot imagine
what it was like for me that day,
to place a final kiss upon that box,
and have to turn and walk away.

If you really love me,
and I believe you do,
If you really want to help me,
here is what I need from you.

Sit down beside me,
reach out and touch my hand,
Say, "My friend, I've come to listen
I want to understand."

Just hold my hand and listen,
That's all you need to do,
And if by chance I shed a tear,
It's alright if you do too.

I swear that I'll remember
til the day I'm very old,
the friend who sat and held my hand,
And let me bare my soul.

THANK YOU CATHY MOM TO DAVID GIRAUD

PLEASE LIGHT A CANDLE ♥
IT MEANS SO MUCH TO OUR FAMILY