I said my final good bye to my son’s physical presence. :-( Does the fun ever end? :-/ BUT it was HELLO to a new relationship with our son. Not one I would have preferred mind you, but grateful that we have one. So I am going to share the lyrics of a song I heard recently from Life House that resonates with me at times, ok, maybe a lot of times on this journey of grief. Then I am posting the story Jeremy wrote for Andrew that he read at his service 2 years ago today. I think it is fitting to post it again on this day. That is all I have the energy for right now. It’s been quite the emotional month!

STORM by LifeHouse

How long have I been in this storm?
So overwhelmed by the ocean’s shapeless form
Water’s getting harder to tread
With these waves crashing over my head

If I could just see you
Everything would be all right
If I’d see you
This darkness would turn to light

And I will walk on water
And you will catch me if I fall
And I will get lost into your eyes
I know everything will be alright
I know everything is alright

I know you didn’t bring me out here to drown
So why am I ten feet under and upside down
Barely surviving has become my purpose
Because I’m so used to living underneath the surface

If I could just see you
Everything would be all right
If i’d see you
This darkness would turn to light

And I will walk on water
And you will catch me if I fall
And I know everything will be alright
I know everything will be alright


Once upon a walking through the pathway called life. There met upon the distance two warrior scholars of light. They bowed and they acknowledged the one to the other and in an instant of recognition they called each other brother.

One of them was older amongst the boundaries of a human’s time. And the younger one called him teacher in his many words of rhyme.

The brothers found their goals were aligned in many ways, and the student would ask the teacher many times throughout the days. How can we do this, what happens if we do that, can we stop the dead from dying, or even bring them back? Let us rule the world together and force them to live aright, these questions the teacher heard and the students smile was oh so bright.

The teacher told the student how to live amongst the men, to hold his head up high to dress sharp and press a pen. The student didn’t like it he didn’t understand, why there were so many rules upon the world ways of man.

But if we could just do this, or maybe even that, then we could live our way and bring the magic back.

The teacher would nod his head and smile, much potential this one has, he may even surpass me someday in his studies and his path.

But then one day while walking the student took a fall, his feet had took to bruising and his walking turned to crawl. The teacher was concerned he tried to heal his pupil’s pain he did not want to walk the pathway alone again.

The teacher called his guardians and for a time he thought the student they had healed. But the student just sat on the rock and he began to speak beyond the pain he was dealed.

And as the student spoke the teacher stared in awe, and afore he knew it he kneeled before the rock.

Such wisdom and such knowledge the student manifested in form, and the teacher simply listened for he knew it was not the norm.

Soon the teacher realized that he was no longer so, and he sat before his student who now taught him from the fro.

The student is the teacher and the teacher is the student and all the world has flipped to question it would not be prudent. But the student on the ground looked up with eyes wide, thank you my teacher, for blessing me with your life.

For on my path of walking you did come along my way and you have taught me so many things that I can never repay.

The student watched his seated teacher pass bravely through the veil, and just as quickly as he came he vanished like the rain.

But the young teacher keeps on teaching for all those who have the ears, listen closely and you will hear him speaking softly against your fears.

He speaks of purest of love shining forth from the pure heart, follow in his wisdom and your strength will never part.

He is an ascended master sent briefly to bless us all, and for those of us who hear it to direct us to his call.

Though we must now remain behind and finish the work he began, I know in my heart true dear ones that Andrew was no mere boy but the best in all of Man.

In Loving Memory of Andrew M. Jordan.


Jeremy P. Davis


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One Response to TWO YEARS AGO TODAY…

  1. Karen T says:

    As I have said before…I wish you more hearing and feeling, along with seeing of your son in his new way of existence.

    Hugs to you Connie!

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