A Celebration of Life
For our friend and co-founding member of WAC, Justina Thompson

IN LOVING MEMORY OF
SHANAE MONIQUE JORDAN
APRIL 3, 1974-OCTOBER 10, 2002

"And he will wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more, neither will mourning, not outcry, nor pain be anymore. The former things have passed away."
----Revelations 21:4
obituary

Death is not a tragedy for those who have faith, for they are passing from a world filled with struggles and disappointment to one which is finer and better.
Shanae Jordan, passed through the veil called death into the life which is everlasting on Thursday, October 10, 2002.
Shanae grew up in Pasadena, where she attended Grover Cleveland Elementary School, continued to Wilson Middle School and Washington Middle School. In 1992, she graduated from John Muir High School. She furthered her education at Citrus Community College in Glendora, California. Her quality
traits were making new friends and giving her heartfelt assistance to everyone she encountered.
Life is very uncertain, and we ought to be ready for death whether it comes soon or late.
If there are tasks that need to be performed, let us be
busy at them; if there are kind deeds that ought to be done,
let them not be delayed; if there are bad habits,
let us overcome them; if there are those who are downhearted,
let us help them lift the load.
Shanae leaves to cherish her memories, her precious children Raven Jones and Duriah Jones, her devoted parents Herman Jordan, Margaret Jordan, and Justina Thompson; sisters Regina, Nancy, Karen, Tamika and Enjoli, brothers Rodney, Everette, Jasper, and Alphonso; best friends Shindonna Henderson and
Leilani Kisa-Alvarado. A host of nieces and nephews, aunts and uncles, and relatives and friends.
How precious are the friendships we have formed through the years, and how the sharing of sorrow lightens our burden. Thank God for those who come with flowers and other expressions of sympathy.
The flowers soon fade, but the love they represent is never ending. Some people never realize how many friends they have until sorrow comes and bereavement thus becomes a blessed experience, even as Jesus taught when he said:

"Blessed are they that mourn,
for they shall be comforted."

 

forever in our hearts

God looked around his garden and he
Found an empty place.
He then looked down upon this earth
and
Seen your tired face.
He put his arms around you and lifted
you
To rest.
God's garden must be beautiful, he always
Takes the best.
He knew that you were in pain, he
knew
That you would never get well on
Earth
Again.
So he closed your weary eyelids and
Whispered: "Peace Be Thine".
He then took you up to heaven with
hands
Gentle and so kind. It broke our hearts
to
Lose you, but you did not go alone.
For part of us went with you, the day
God
Called you home!!!

Poem by Shindonna Henderson

 

Don't Cry for Me

Here we are again
That old familiar place
Where the wind will blow
No one ever knows
The time or space
Don't cry for me
Don't shed a tear
The time I've shared with you
Will always be
And when I'm gone
Still carry on
Don't cry for me
No one is to blame
My death was meant to be
Don't carry guilt or shame
The reason why I came
Soon you'll see
Don't cry for me
When life is not the joy
It should be
With life comes pain
Soon time will end its course appointed
Then you will be rewarded
And all this world will see,
don't cry for me