So for my photography class we had to do a final project. I decided to do something that was a little challenging to shoot and was logistically impossible. Shoot portraits and various groupings of my whole immediate family at the same time all in one place. Some how the stars aligned and everyone was actually able to get together on the same day, at the same time, so I could shoot photos of them. This was the first and most likely the last that all of the people above have been in the same room together. But it worked and I got great shots of them all and everything turned out how I wanted it to and it wasn’t complete chaos. So thank you guys so much for taking the time to get together and get along with each other so I could get pictures of you all. Don’t worry you will be able to see the pictures soon.
P.S. Unfortunately the professor did not like the photos and complained about the lighting (which he set up himself), but I don’t care because I loved the photos and you guys were great!
Today it arrived, 8 years 5 months & 5 days. I guess I always assumed that the headstone would make it hurt more. Finalize things. The truth of it though, it brought some much needed, long overdue peace.
I’m not sure how to explain it in words. I never questioned when his parents would have it or what would be on it. The realization of it all came on my birthday. Then I was shown the rough draft and cried. Cried because of the meaning. The existence behind something that had been missing.
Momma Lynch text me today saying it had arrived, and with the text she sent pictures. I cried. I couldn’t breathe. Not from sadness but from the overwhelming feeling of comfort. Obviously I finished what I was in the middle of doing and headed to the cemetery. It was more beautiful in person. Artistically amazing, just as he was. The two circles on the bottom corners are medals that his family was given after donating to save others. ❤ The back, among other items, holds two beautiful pieces left longer than any life or memory. The top left corner holds my exact turtle tattoo. His mom says when he left he took a part of me. The bottom right corner says 'Love, Jordan', my most favorite thing ever. It's traced so it's his handwriting. Signed almost to insinuate this is the end.
His parents and brother did an amazing job putting something together that no family should have to do for a child or younger sibling.
I love you guys to the moon & back and I'm more than certain he wouldn't change a thing on it if given the opportunity.
40,000 Americans die yearly by suicide, making it the 10th leading cause of death. Every 13.3 seconds someone takes their own life, leaving those who love them to live in a whirlwind of confusion, depression and a life without closure.
Rarely do turtle gifts get me choked up, but this one….I absolutely adore!!! Momma & Keith Lynch surprised me with this, this evening. Keith spotted it while walking through the Earth/Art fare. I love that a simple turtle is such a great reminder in their hearts.
Thank you so much for this!!! Its my absolute favorite turtle gift!! I love you guys….to the moon and back!!
We all want to b a kid again. Back when things were simple. We didn’t have to do ‘adult things’. If we were raised right we had responsibility, but nothing could prepare us for what the future holds. In highschool I was said to have some of the most strict parents in town. I wasn’t allowed to call boys. No phone in my room. Boys certainly were NOT allowed upstairs. The list goes on. If I remember correctly I spent 3/4 of my highschool years grounded. I’m thankful for that. I respected my parents, just not as much as I should have.
Parents and children have such a bond that is irreplaceable. In belief that things go well, its a bond never to be broken. In the terrible event trust is lost early into the relationship, its often hard to fix and carry on.
Shot outside my house watching childhood memories.
Chris Lynch. An amazing mother. A strong woman. Beautiful. Courageous. Hopeful. Supportive. Giving. Loving. Role model. We will always have a bond, that not even death can take away.
Chris lost her son Jordan 8years ago to suicide. Standing by her side, watching her cry, the pain she endures, the moments she wants to break down, yet all the love and compassion she still has to offer. Jordan’s friends call her Momma Lynch. They bring their children over to meet someone who was always a positive influence as they grew up. Jordan’s father still, to this day, coaches the local track team where Jordan attended school.
Amazing people with more to offer, cheated of so many experiences, yet finding ways to still give back and be a part.
I love them as they are my own set of parents. Thank you. For everything you’ve done for not just me, but all whose lives you’ve touched. For raising two boys. For enduring so much pain, yet still loving and laughing. For allowing me to be a part of your life. Be a part of who you are. I love you Chris & Keith Lynch ❤