Wednesday, April 30, 2008

John did so much more than just talking the talk!!! John will be missed by many!


April 25, 2008, 10:23PM
OBITUARY

John Jordan, an alcoholic and drug addict who sobered up, became a drug counselor and helped a benefactor build a successful business in Houston, was fatally injured on April 19 in a motorcycle accident in western Colorado. He was 49.

Jordan, driving his Harley-Davidson in high winds on Interstate 70 between the towns of De Beque and Parachute apparently lost control of his bike, said his wife, Karen Keenum Jordan.

He had never had a serious accident before, she said.

"He was a tattooed, goateed, bad-ass Harley driver with a bullet in his shoulder and a tough exterior and a heart of gold," said Larry Keast.

It wasn't long after Keast and Jordan met that Keast learned that Jordan had worked on oil rigs, handling equipment similar to that manufactured by the company Keast had founded, Venturetech Corp. in Houston. Keast brought Jordan on board.

"(Jordan) was a key person in the development of our company," Keast said.

His happy experience with Jordan as an employee prompted Keast to hire other recovering alcoholics and drug abusers. Of Keast's present 50 employees, about 40 percent fall into that category, he said.

Jordan became a board member of America in Recovery, an organization that encourages owners of small businesses to hire people who need a second chance in life.

At the time of his death, Jordan was working with Leed Energy Services in Colorado, living in an RV and traveling wherever he could find work on a rig.

Diana Lindsey, who met Jordan through their common interest in motorcycles, said Jordan began counseling her 16-year-old son, Derek, who was having drug problems. She said Jordan did all he could to help Derek, but her son died of a drug overdose at age 26.

"He loved John, and John spoke at his funeral," she said. "He told Derek: 'If you continue with these drugs, you'll end up dead or in prison.' John was our rock. ... John touched everybody's heart."

Of Jordan's accident, Lindsey said: "John died doing what he loved. He was on his motorcycle." Jordan also loved to fish, earning the nickname "Catfish John," she said.

In addition to his wife, survivors include two sons, Kevin Jordan of Grand Junction, Colo., and Jason Jordan of Palisade, Colo.; a daughter, Jessica Jordan of Humble, now attending Texas State University in San Marcos; his mother, Joy Jordan of Galveston; and two sisters, LeeAnn Baird of Angleton and Frances Funkhouser of Okemah, Okla.


Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

In the beginning . . .

It began around noon on April 15, 1979! A Sunday surrounded by a loving family waiting for the arrival of a wonderful gift. My brother and sister-in-law had come from California just to be here for that special day, but just like in the days to come, this special gift was going to arrive on her own terms (she was 2-1/2 weeks late). Around noon the contractions began, Uncle Perkins gleefully took on the job of time keeper. 22 hours later, a beautiful baby girl arrived and she hasn't been late anywhere for anything since! Tomorrow, The Princess celebrates our birthday, the day she was born and the day that I gave birth, and a glorious day it was. Evidently, in Dallas the celebration has already begun. It's a true gift to know that your child is loved so much by those she has chosen to share her life with!!!




Monday, April 14, 2008

Bluebonnets, bluebonnets, bluebonnets oh so blue!


I spent Saturday on the hunt for Bluebonnets while on the way to the Bluebonnet Festival in Chappell Hill, Texas. Early Saturday morning, my sister Pamela and my nephew Jay and I headed out. It was a beautiful day in my part of Texas and I loved every minute of it! But, there was one very special moment, that was so special, I had to gulp back tears and not say a word to keep from having a very joyous meltdown in the middle of the festival.

I thought I'd share that favorite moment of the day with all of you. Many, many years ago when my sister Pamela came into my life, she taught me a song that you sing as a "round". I think every family, at least in Texas, has one of those kind of songs in their family history. Maybe because in Texas, car trips are long events. Singing is a way to entertain the children. In my family, we use to sing "Old McDonald has a farm . . . ey, ey, oh" in the "round." In my sisters life, that song was "Bluebonnets, bluebonnets, bonnets, oh so blue . . . " As teenagers, Pamela and I use to sit in the driveway of our home, in GeGe's brand new Buick. Neither of us were allowed to "drive" it, so we sat in it and listened to the radio or sang, Bluebonnets, bluebonnet's oh so blue. . . " Very good, comforting memories! As I'm walking through the streets of the very crowded festival on Saturday, my nephew walking very close to me, resting his arm on my shoulder (he's way taller than me now), I hear him softly singing "Bluebonnets, bluebonnets, bonnets oh so blue." It was a remainder of those very good days, so very long ago, and a wakeup call about something I've believed in for as long as I can remember. I have a little piece of art in my home that has this poem on it:

One hundred years from now

It will not matter what kind of car I drove,

What kind of house I lived in,

How much money I had in my bank account,

Nor what my clothes looked like.

But one hundred years from now

The world may be a little better

Because I was important

In the life of a child.

~Dr. Forest E. Witcraft


I've always believed that what we "pass on" to the children around us is the single most important thing we do while here on this Earth! Thank you Pamelita for passing on the "Bluebonnets".

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Quote of the Day

"Avoid the pursuit of popularity; it has many snares, and no real benefit."

-- William Penn

Posted in Honor of The Princess who is a Beautiful Butterfly!!!

Friday, April 04, 2008

Quote for the Day


Forgiveness is a funny thing. It warms the heart and cools the sting.

— William Arthur Ward

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Tuesday, April 01, 2008