“If there's another world, he lives in bliss; If there is none, he made the best of this. RIP Jordan B____. Everyone loved you and will miss you”
These were the sentences that I read at April 24 at 7:52pm on Easter evening, 2011 –– sentences that were the cause for many phone calls, sentences that brought back a flood of memories.
This was the night that I found out about Jordan’s death. I found out from reading a high school friend’s Facebook status – a series of html and text on a computer screen.
I was sitting cross legged on a chair at the kitchen table doing homework with two of my roommates. I was doing some reading for a class, which was a getting dull. Feeling tired from the work, I took a break. I signed online to see what friends from home were up to.
I expected to see someone post a silly video, nothing too serious. It was Easter after all. Anything serious would most likely have been religious due to the holiday, and even then, that was expected. However, what I read was something I wasn’t expecting at all. The first thing I saw on the top of the page was the announcement of Jordan’s death.
I froze.
What happened? Could this be the same guy that I went to Tustin High School with? The same guy who the Honors and AP students looked up to? The same guy who girls thought was both very smart and attractive?
Reading his name immediately brought me back to Tustin, California. I never really spoke to him. I knew he was intelligent, according to what many friends said. I heard many things about him. He was a member of Model United Nations and Orange County Academic Decathlon. He participated in summer programs at Oxford and Stanford. He was very into philosophy. He liked Modest Mouse. He left Tustin for Portland. Essentially, he was the complete package.
He was one of the Tustin High students with the most promise and potential. A friend from high school also wanted to know what happened. “No way. TELL ME YOU"RE LYING!!... plz,” he wrote on the post.
I wanted to confirm that this actually happened and was not just some cruel joke or rumor. I searched his name online and found several clues leading to what happened. Several online newsletters from various Orange County churches listed his name in the prayer requests, mentioning something about cancer. “It could be another Jordan B___,” I thought to myself, hoping that it was just a rumor. Yet, upon further research, another Orange County church newsletter had a prayer request for a “Jordan B___ , home from school in Oregon.” This confirmed it.
I eventually found out it was colon cancer, “stage 4 [with] inoperable tumors,” according to the friend who originally posted the news. He only found out he had the cancer one month before he died.
The tragedy of this event was undermined by having to read it impersonally on the internet. Not wanting others to feel the same way and find out in such a cold way, I called some friends from high school who were close to him. They deserved to hear it in person.
The same things were said in most of the conversations, mostly reflecting on and mourning the waste of such an exciting and promising life. The people I called were part of the group that Jordan and I were in as well: the kids who actually cared about work, took the hard classes, actually liked reading, wanted to explore the world, and make a name for ourselves (starting with leaving Tustin for some of us). Perhaps Jordan was the most exemplary of this group, definitely having made a name for himself. A legend was born in Tustin.
A scholarship fund has been created in his name for the Tustin Public Schools Foundation online, where people can donate money in honor of his life’s achievements, on a series of html and text on a computer screen.