James B. Jordan, 68, died peacefully at home on September 23, 2020. Per his wishes, there is no obituary; but one can not leave this world without leaving an impact...

My first love

How lucky I was to have met you, just as I fell off the turnip truck. A connection from the start, a sense of re-uniting. Playing pool at the Backyard your gentle touch on the small of my back, "excuse me" you say. your 6'6" stature, wearing a tan cotton button up shirt, white cotton pants, and those saddles of rope; you looked like you came from heaven. and you had your ease at the pool table; holding the stick by its end, out over the table, as you look your options over. Exuberating confidence as you slam the cue ball into your target.

I am one of the blessed people who you let know you; not not the facade, the dismissiveness of  a catch phrase lable. You've tried many a times to open my eyes to the beauty of nurturing seeds. The only woman you know that doesn't like flowers(I like them, just don't think of them). From one of your many seeds, I say thank you for your loving care, your nurturing soul took me in, and helped to form"me", Lulu. Even your enduring nickname helped form my identity, for when ever I hear it, it brings warmth to my heart.

I will be forever grateful to the cosmos, fate, whatever you want to call it, for letting our paths cross and remain on the same  road for so long.

I love you always.

Lulu

You emerged with the apple blosoms

you now emerge with the apple harvest

every beginning is an others beginnings end

The gate to happiness is self compassion