Remember Andrew B. Jordan (pg.2)

 Throughout the time I spent on my tribute to Andrew, I was very lucky to be in contact with several members of his family.  They were all very kind to me, helpful, and thankful of what I was doing for their son and brother.  This still amazes me, them thanking me, because truly, it’s me who should be thanking them for letting me get to know Andrew. I know I would have liked him very very much.

About a week after September 11th this year, I got a call from another of Andrew’s sisters. She wrote a poem for Andrew this year, on the 5th anniversary of 9/11.  Thank you Mary, for sharing this with me, and allowing me to share it with everyone else.

                Time can not erase 

                    The memory of your face

                It holds a special place 

                    such beauty and grace    

                You were stolen from this place

                    Gone without a trace

                Your compassion and devotion 

                    Can never be replaced 

                Time can not erase

                    This feeling I must face…

                Without your sweet embrace 

                    The Earth’s a different place

                Time can not erase 

                    The courage on your face 

                As you climbed the burning tower 

                    To save the Human Race

                Yet time can not erase

                    I long to see your face

                                                            A.J. love always & forever  M xo   9/11/06         

1 comment so far

  1. Just a human being on June 17, 2009

    I just found this site accidentally white surfing the internet.

    Let me tell you what I remember about Andrew Jordan.

    He was an asshole and a bully who tortured and tormented kids weaker then him for no reason other than his own sick pleasure.

    I know this, because I was one of those kids. One memory in particular was when I was playing by a lake not far from our school. I was probably about 14 yrs old. Andrew and his psycho brother John happened upon us. After picking on me for about five or ten minutes, he eventually took my bicycle and threw it into the lake, and John spit on me.

    I’d have to call John the sicker of the two, but he was smaller and younger than me, so without his brother he wasn’t too brave. Andrew was very strong, and used his strength to intimidate and threaten smaller, weaker kids. I was a very quiet passive person. I hated fighting and I kept to myself, so I guess I made the ideal target.

    I always wondered what happened to people like Andrew Jordan, and all the other bullies of this world. These assholes psychologically scar kids for the rest of their lives and probably never give it a second thought. Who knows, maybe Andrew felt by becoming a fire-fighter he was atoning for his past? Did he find redemption in those final few seconds? I guess we’ll never know.

    I won’t be losing any sleep over it though.


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