As most of you know, last September 18th, a very special and dear friend commited suicide. Yesterday was her 43rd birthday. I am grateful that I had to work 7am to 7pm as that kept me too busy to dwell on that fact that I couldn't call her and sing to her like I have done for the last 25 years. So, in remembrance of my beautiful friend, I found this picture that I thought you all might like to see. 
Julie Carolyn Jordan, myself, Kim Crowder Davison
Julie Carolyn Jordan, myself, Kim Crowder Davison This was the first time the 3 of us had been in the same room since, oh, I don't know, like the 9th grade or something...Anyway, it is one of my favorite pics. I hope that Julie knows how special she is to a lot of people she left behind and I hope she knows how much I love her.
Hi Vicki.
ReplyDeleteWe don't know each other but I knew Julie Carolyn Jordan from around 1985 and 1992. My mother Jane knew Carolyn's mother Pearl. I think Pearl grew up near my mother in the Woodstock Park area of Jacksonville. I met "Julie", which I always liked better than "Carolyn" at a Jax Symphony concert. My mother Jane and Pearl brought both me and Carolyn to one of the concerts and that is where we met. We hit it off right away and we went out for months thereafter. Both Carolyn and myself were pretty young and I was more than naive about dating and women and everything. I was immature for my age. Anyway, I met up two more times with Carolyn. The second time was around 1992 when I was going to the University of North Florida. Carolyn was living in Gainesville, FL. We went out once in Jax. She had rented a car. The second time I visited her in Gainesville and we saw a movie. I won't go into details but we didn't continue dating. I knew the second time around that Carolyn was very unhappy. All I remember was that she had been engaged to some guy in the military and then the relationship ended. I was kind of a recipient for a lot of her unhappiness at the time. I understood it and it made it easier to deal with her. Anyway, I had some good times with Julie. We used to go to Putt Putt. She had a great smile and a good sense of humor. I only learned of her passing this week. I figured she suffered from depression and the like. I know her mother had some problems. I think she inherited that predisposition to depression. Anyway, Julie Carolyn left an impact on my life. I really only dated Julie and one other girl and I'm still unmarried at 52. I've wondered for years what happened to her. My mother died on April, 29 of 2008 the same year Carolyn died. I know that Carolyn's mother had been sick and had been in the hospital or something. I just had no idea that Julie had left this world. I tried to be her friend back in 92 or 93. She was in pain then, a lot of it. She was living alone in that little apartment. I felt bad for her. I transferred to FSU in 1993 and spoke to her just one more time on the phone after that. We should have been better friends but the whole male and female relationship was always an issue and we both had our pride. We were just friends who had some good times. It was always hard to see Julie though because I lived on the Southside of Jax and she lived in Orange Park. In 1985 I had barely two dimes to rub together. It cost me a lot just to drive to see Julie and to go out with her, and usually she offered to pay half or we went "Dutch". I'm really sad to hear she is no longer living though. I would have liked to have talked to her and to have spent some time with her. I'd like to visit her grave if possible. I don't know her brothers. If you could contact me via email I would be in your debt. My email address is JaxFLFreebird@att.net I just want to pay my respects. Julie was a significant part of my life, mostly because I have lousy social skills and I've always been afraid of being in a relationship or of getting burned. I would appreciate it if you could send me an email. Julie Carolyn would have been a good mother and wife. She deserved a lot better. Contact me if you would. Rest in Peace Julie Carolyn Jordan. You brought happiness and good times to my life. Dean Long