For Jordan’s Family

If there was a cause to be fought
His voice would be heard
When others more influential
Wouldn’t utter a word
If there was a child to be saved
Or a head that needed a shoulder
He would be there in a hurry
He had a soul of someone wiser; older
I had not met this man
But on my heart his impression carries
Because of the good things said
On the day he was buried
He had the soul and spirit
That made histories
This ode is to a prophet
That was only twenty-three.

By Florence Carter Rosario


The Warped Tour is coming.
But, no more hearing of funny stories and kicking out the Neo-Nazi’s,
Because my best friend’s not here,
To share his exploits with me.

I would listen to his failures and successes nearly every day,
Never thinking it would all end.
Oh, what fun we had laughing about the slashed bus tires that
Caused his friends to be arrested, but were the wrong culprits.

My one wish would be,
To bring my son back to me,
So we can continue to laugh in the face of danger.
We’d have fun together, and laugh once more.

All that’s left are my memories,
For me to think about.
I will not say goodbye; I’ll see you again.
But, I’ll miss you forever, “My Best Friend.”

Alan Feder
In memory of my son, Jordan, who died at age 23 – 11/26/03

My Dad is A Survivor

My dad is a survivor too…
Which is no surprise to me.
He’s always been like a lighthouse
That helps you cross a stormy sea.
But, I walk with my Dad each day he walks Muppet
To lift him when he’s down.
I wipe the tears he hides from others.
He cries when no one’s around.
I watch him sit up late at night,
Waiting for me to walk in the door,
With my picture in his hand.
He cries as he tries to grieve alone,
And wishes he could understand.
My dad is like a tower of strength.
He’s the greatest of them all!
But there are times when he needs to cry…
Please be there when he falls.
Hold his hand or pat his shoulder…
And tell him it’s okay,
Be his strength when he’s sad,
Help him mourn in his own way.
Now, as I watch over my precious dad
From the Heaven’s above…
I’m so proud that he’s a survivor…
And, I can still feel his love!

Written by Kaye Des’Ormeaux
Slightly changed by Alan on
June 2, 2004

Nothing can ease the pain that I feel…this is too unreal