I don’t cry much anymore (it’s been over 4 years since Jordan died), the problem is that when I do it’s generally quite unexpected. That’s what happened this past Sunday as I was watching CBS Sunday Morning. A story came on about a woman who lives outside of Detroit, Michigan (apropos since Jordan went to the University of). Her neighborhood is full of abandoned and run down homes. A few years ago the woman (whose last name is Harris coincidentally) started a non-profit to raise funds to clean up the neighborhood. This past November the woman lost her two year old son to a hit and run driver and when asked what inspires her to continue her fight she responded that she always feels her son on her shoulder, whispering in her ear “ go, mommy, go”.
And so my tears began. What inspired me to start the Jordan Elizabeth Harris Foundation along with my husband Tom and what continues to inspire me is Jordan and her indomitable spirit of joy and love. The world lost an amazing person when Jordan died and I will do anything I can to try and prevent the world from losing one more person to suicide.
Jordan called me Momma. I know she’s looking down on me everyday shouting, “Go, Momma, Go.”