The Greatest Gift

Christmas just isn’t the same without Jordan. His absence was felt in both big and small ways and was noted by a heart heavy with grief and longing. But his presence was also felt in ways that brought hope to my wounded soul… hope that Jordan’s short life was not in vain.

A small church in Fairplay, South Park Christian Chapel, donated an impressive amount of warm socks, gloves and hats for our annual donation to the homeless. A loving, generous group of people giving to Jordan’s Memorial Foundation to make life a little better for the less fortunate. The world needs more people like that!

On December 23rd, we spent some time with family, sharing a meal and memories. It had been many years since we had gathered together for a Christmas celebration. I wished Jordan would have been there, but I know he would be proud and happy that we had reconnected and reunited with family after so many years of separation.

Christmas Eve morning we went to Church to worship and give thanks for the birth of our Savior. I was so very grateful my family was with me, embracing the faith that is so vital to me. I felt Jordan’s kind and generous spirit with us.

On Christmas Eve, a long-time family friend donated toys in Jordan’s name to the Ronald McDonald House in Phoenix, Arizona. Knowing her circumstances, it was an exceedingly generous gift. Thank you, Jennifer for remembering and honoring my son!

Christmas Day, we gathered at my mother-in-law’s house. It was a small and intimate gathering and felt just right. My mother-in-law is a gracious southern lady whom I admire so much. We are related by marriage, but friends as well— good friends, soul sisters and political twins! When the gifts were passed around, I had in my pile an envelope with Jordan’s name written on it. Inside was a generous check made out to the Jordan Miranda Memorial Foundation. Pat never forgets, and I know she never will. A grandson who isn’t hers by blood, but by heart where it matters most. I love you, Pat and I am so grateful for the way you love my family and the special care you give to me.

Christmas night I spent time alone. I needed the private time to mourn. I wept for the loss of my son… I love and miss him so much. My grief washed over me in waves, but through my tears I offered a heartfelt prayer of thanks. A son remembered is the greatest gift of all!