A Celebration of Life
In Loving Memory of
"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."
ObituaryDeath 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.
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 HeartsPoem by Shindonna Henderson
God looked around his garden and he
He put his arms around you and lifted
He knew that you were in pain, he
He then took you up to heaven with
Don't Cry for MeHere 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
No one is to blame
Don't cry for me
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