A Journal for Jordan: A Story of Love and Honor [NOOK Book]


In 2005, First Sergeant Charles Monroe King began to write what would become a two-hundred-page journal for his son in case he did not make it home from the war in Iraq. Charles King, forty-eight, was killed on October 14, 2006, when an improvised explosive device detonated under his Humvee on an isolated road near Baghdad. His son, Jordan, was seven months old.

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In 2005, First Sergeant Charles Monroe King began to write what would become a two-hundred-page journal for his son in case he did not make it home from the war in Iraq. Charles King, forty-eight, was killed on October 14, 2006, when an improvised explosive device detonated under his Humvee on an isolated road near Baghdad. His son, Jordan, was seven months old.

A Journal for Jordan is a mother’s letter to her son–fierce in its honesty–about the father he lost before he could even speak. It is also a father’s advice and prayers for the son he will never know.

A father figure to the soldiers under his command, Charles moved naturally into writing to his son. In neat block letters, he counseled him on everything from how to withstand disappointment and deal with adversaries to how to behave on a date. And he also wrote, from his tent, of recovering a young soldier’s body, piece by piece, from a tank–and the importance of honoring that young man’s life. He finished the journal two months before his death while home on a two-week leave, so intoxicated with love for his infant son that he barely slept.

Finally, this is the story of Dana and Charles together–two seemingly mismatched souls who loved each other deeply. She was a Pulitzer Prize—winning editor for the New York Times who struggled with her weight. He was a decorated military officer with a sculpted body who got his news from television. She was impatient, brash, and cynical about love. He was excruciatingly shy and stubborn, and put his military service before anything else. In these pages, we relive with Dana the slow unfolding of their love, their decision to become a family, the chilling news that Charles has been deployed to Iraq, and the birth of their son.

In perhaps the most wrenching chapter in the book, Dana recounts her search for answers about Charles’s death. Unsatisfied with the army’s official version of what happened and determined to uncover the truth, she pored over summaries of battalion operations reports and drew on her well-honed reporting skills to interview the men who were with Charles on his last convoy, his commanding officers, and other key individuals. In the end, she arrived at an account of Charles’s death–and his last days in his battalion–that was more difficult to face than the story she had been told, but that affirmed the decency and courage of this warrior and father.

A Journal for Jordan is a tender introduction, a loving good-bye, a reporter’s inquiry into her soldier’s life, and a heartrending reminder of the human cost of war.

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Except for two precious weeks, Charles Monroe King was an absentee father to his beloved son: Army sergeant King died just only month before his scheduled return from Iraq, but he left his wife and child a gift and a legacy; a 200-page journal to the child he would scarcely know. Whatever you think of the war, you will be moved by this heart-wrenching memoir, which tells the story of a love that survived one gentle man's death.
Publishers Weekly

Inspired by a journal her fiancé wrote to their infant son while stationed as a sergeant in Iraq, New York Times editor Canedy tenderly recreates the couple's love story and decision to have a baby before he died. Canedy, an army brat herself, vowed to stay away from military men, but at 33, she was attracted to the shy, newly divorced artist and first sergeant Charles Monroe King, whom she met in the home of her parents in Radcliff, Ky., even if not quite like the intellectual men she typically dated back in New York. Over several years, their relationship developed despite their busy, separate lives, and when Charles was ordered to duty in Iraq in 2005, they discussed marriage and decided to conceive a child. Charles could not get back for baby Jordan's delivery, and the sergeant spent only two weeks with his baby son before returning to duty-he was killed in 2006. Canedy's account of Charles's last visit with his wife and child is heartbreaking. Unflinching and thorough, Canedy offers a sense of shared grief with other families whose loved ones have died in the war. (Dec.)

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Library Journal

When First Sgt. Charles Monroe King was killed in Iraq on Oct. 14, 2006, he left behind a 200-page journal addressed to his infant son, Jordan, covering topics as varied as how to behave on a date and what it feels like to lose men in battle. The journal itself was a gift to King from Jordan's mother, Canedy, a Pulitzer Prize-winning editor with the New York Times. Canedy raises her own questions, e.g., why did King volunteer for his fatal mission? Her keen editorial eye prevents the material from becoming overly sentimental. For the many widows of the Iraq War and anyone who wants to understand their plight. [See Prepub Alert, LJ8/08; optioned for a film by Denzel Washington.]

Kirkus Reviews
In spare, poignant prose, New York Times assistant national news editor Canedy bares the human cost of the Iraq war. An independent woman skeptical of marriage, the author found herself at age 33 falling in love with First Sgt. Charles King, "a gentle soul [whose] heart was as big as his biceps." It was 1998, and Canedy, the daughter of a former drill sergeant, had never wanted to be a military wife who planned her career around her husband's tours of duty. She was initially conflicted about her feelings for the physically imposing yet modest King, a commanding leader who was also a tender artist who drew portraits of angels. Canedy slowly succumbed to his charms, and by the time King left for Iraq in December 2005, she was five months pregnant and they were engaged. The sergeant had already begun writing a journal for his unborn son, Jordan, who was six months old when King was killed in Iraq, one month before he was to return to his family. Addressed to their son, Canedy's narrative seeks to capture his father's essence for him. It includes excerpts from King's journal, which reveal the soul of a beautiful and decent man. "Always share your gifts with others," he advises Jordan. "Laughter is great medicine for the soul," and "sometimes you get lucky and catch a rainbow." King put his military duty above family, refusing to take leave to attend his son's birth. Taunted by a commanding officer, he knowingly participated in the recklessly unsafe final mission that killed him because he felt obligated to undergo the same risks as his soldiers. Canedy honestly describes her anger at his death; robbed of her future family life, she felt "agony, so raw that even breathing hurts."Agut-wrenching memoir of love unexpectedly eviscerated. Agent: Flip Brophy/Sterling Lord Literistic
From the Publisher
"This book is a gift, and not only to Jordan."
USA Today

“Heartfelt…Canedy used her skills as a reporter to dig beneath the official story of King's death…These investigative passages are gripping…King died a hero's death, but Canedy's embrace of life is a kind of heroism, too.”
Cleveland Plain Dealer

“Gut-wrenching… Canedy writes with the objective eye of a hard-line reporter yet manages to convey the complexities of the love between her and her fiance as well as the deep loss she feels in his absence. It's impossible to imagine what her pain is like, but she does a beautiful job of allowing us to come close.”
Washington Post

“Canedy's memoir speaks to military families everywhere…By openly and honestly revealing her side of their highly emotional story as well, by detailing the effects of his death on her and subsequent interactions with government brass about burial and benefits, for example…she gives the project a greater significance, making it especially relevant for and meaningful to countless others in similar situations.”
San Francisco Chronicle

“Powerful… Not all great love stories are ignited by the lightning bolt of love at first glance; this humbler I’m-going-to-talk-myself-into-this-good-man version is believable and real….A Journal for Jordan is impossible to read without a sense of bitter knowledge that this principled man fell at the behest of leaders less guided by honor. That is no trick O. Henry ending. It is a denouement full of suffering, worthy of Chekhov.”
—Melissa Fay Greene, New York Times

“A hauntingly beautiful account of a family fractured by war…filled with vivid and heartbreaking details…Canedy's talent at evoking character makes the account of King’s life and death not simply a story about the injustice of war, but a project in resurrection. Canedy allows King to come alive for her son and, to our benefit, for us…Gripping…important.”
New York Times Book Review

“It's impossible not to be affected by her story.”
Entertainment Weekly

"At once inspiring and ineffably sad . . . Canedy captures the unique magnificence of the man she loved in a way that brings the beginnings of an understanding to the losses that other families bear."
Denver Post

"This tragic story of love and war reminds all Americans that we are fortunate to have people like Sgt. Charles King, willing to die for our country. Dana Canedy bears witness to the enduring power of love, to Sgt. King's heroism and his unfailing devotion to his family and his men."
—Caroline Kennedy

"This book is a living, breathing legacy. It's full of wonderful treasures offered by a unique and spirited father, whose loving words of wisdom to his infant son are a rite of passage that will transform us all. It is written with serene grace: part memoir, part love story, all heart."
—James McBride, author of The Color of Water

“Dana Canedy's moving memoir has captured my heart and won't let it go. Courageous in its honesty and at times unsettling, it draws us deep into the soul of a woman in love, the pain of her loss and the unpardonable theft of hopes and dreams, lives and futures stolen by war. With an exquisite voice, Canedy recounts moments of intense emotion that haunt us long after savoring the last lines. I didn't want it to end.”
—Susan L. Taylor, Editor-in-Chief Emeritus, Essence, and founder of the National CARES Mentoring Movement

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307449719
  • Publisher: Crown Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 12/30/2008
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • File size: 7 MB

Meet the Author

Dana Canedy
DANA CANEDY is a senior editor at the New York Times, where she has been a journalist for twelve years. In 2001, she was part of a team that won a Pulitzer Prize for national reporting for "How Race Is Lived in America," a series on race relations in the United States. Raised near Fort Knox, she lives in New York City with her son, Jordan.

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Dear Jordan,

If you are reading this book, it means that we got through the sorrowful years, somehow, and that you are old enough to understand all that I am about to tell you.

You are just ten months old now, but I am writing this for the young man you will be. By then, you will know that your father was a highly decorated soldier who was killed in combat in October
2006, when a bomb exploded beneath his armored vehicle in Iraq.
You were six months old.

You will know that he left a journal for you, more than two hundred pages long, which he handwrote in neat block letters in that hot,
terrifying place. What I want to tell you is how the journal came to be and what it leaves unsaid about your father and our abiding love.

Before he kissed my swollen stomach and left for the war in
December 2005, your father, U.S. Army First Sergeant Charles
Monroe King, had been preparing for the promise of your new life and for the possible end of his own. Even before he boarded that plane headed for danger, I worried that he would be killed. So
I gave him a journal. I hoped he would write a few messages, perhaps some words of encouragement to you, though you were not yet born, in case he died before you knew each other.

We did a lot to prepare for the possibility that your father would miss out on your life, including finding out if you were a boy or a girl before he left; he was thrilled to have an image of you in his mind and kept your sonogram pictures in a pocket in his uniform the whole time he was in Iraq.

And then there was the journal. Writing it would be a way for your dad to help guide you through life if he did not make it home to us. He wanted you to know to pick up the check on a date, to take plenty of pictures on vacations, to have a strong work ethic,
and to pay your bills on time. He wanted to tell you how to deal with disappointment, to understand the difference between love and lust, to remember to get on your knees and pray every day.
Most of all, he wanted you to know how much he loved us.

So, late into the night in Iraq, after he had completed dangerous and often deadly missions, your dad returned hungry and exhausted to the relative calm of his room and wrote to you before he slept. His grammar was not perfect and his handwriting at times suggested that he was tired or rushed. But he put so much thought into the beautiful messages he wrote, things like:

Be humble about your accomplishments, work harder than the man next to you, it is all right for boys to cry.
Sometimes crying can release a lot of pain and stress.
Never be ashamed to cry. It has nothing to do with your manhood.

Your father mailed the journal to me in July 2006, shortly after one of his young soldiers was killed in an explosion eerily similar to the one that would claim his own life. He was so shaken after pulling the young man’s body, piece by piece, out of a bombed tank that he sent the journal to me, unfinished. He had more to say,
but that would have to wait until he came home on a two- week leave to meet you, six weeks before he died.

I read the journal in the calm of night on the day it arrived, with you sleeping next to me, and fell in love with my gentle warrior all over again. He was the most honorable man I have ever known,
and the most complex. I do not want to portray your dad as a saint whose example you could never live up to. He was not. He was gentle, benevolent, and loyal, but he could also be moody, stubborn,
and withholding. He would brood for days over a perceived slight, like the time I spent my birthday with my sisters and girlfriends instead of with him. He put his military service ahead of his family.

I also want you to understand me— an imperfect woman who deeply loved her man but struggled during our long courtship to accept him as he was. We were together for the better part of a decade, half of which he spent waiting for me to fall in love with him. Truth be told, every girl has an image of the man with whom she will walk down the aisle one day, and he was not the groom I
had imagined. He was excruciatingly introverted, a procrastinator,
and got his news, God forgive him, from television instead of the
New York Times, where I have worked as a journalist for more than eleven years.

I am loquacious, assertive, and impatient, which mostly amused your father but sometimes annoyed him. I am also obstinate and impulsive. My weight fluctuates when I am stressed. I
curse in traffic.

I had a demanding career as a reporter when I met your father,
while he was away for months at a time in the wilderness, training young men for battle. A former drill sergeant, he had a strong senseN
of duty. He was so devoted to his troops, many just out of high school, that he bailed them out of jail, taught them to balance their checkbooks, and even advised them about birth control. I learned to live with his long silences and ambivalence toward newspapers.
But I struggled to understand what motivated the man who had for so long dreamed of your birth but chose to miss it because he believed his soldiers needed him more. He refused to take his leave from Iraq until all 105 of his men had gone home first.

Your father was bound to the military not only by a sense of duty, but because it had expanded his world. The soldiers he trained, and trained with, came from coal mining towns in West
Virginia, the Bronx in New York City, seaside villages in Puerto
Rico. He met former surfers, men who shared his love for the
Bible, and women he revered for excelling in a male- dominated institution.
He traveled through Europe while stationed in Germany.
He practiced his Spanish while working with Cuban refugees at Guantanamo Bay. He wrote in the journal:

Enlisting in the army was one of the best decisions I
had ever made in my life. God blessed me above all
I could imagine. Like anything, you have some challenging days, but when I look back I have no regrets. The army even recognized my artistic abilities.
I also met a lot of great people. It’s been an awesome experience. Thanks, God.

But those were peacetime experiences. The military had also introduced Charles to killing and death. The sight of blood gave him flashbacks. Chemical sprays he received during the First
Gulf War left permanent splotches on his arms. For years he was haunted by images of combat, unable to speak about them even to me.

During his final tour of duty, he experienced loss of the worst kind. His goal was to bring every one of his men home alive;
he even made that promise to many of their wives. It was a vow he could not keep. Still, he never questioned the rightness of a single mission. For Charles, the war was not about “weapons of mass destruction” or an “axis of evil”; I never heard him speak those words. It was about leading the soldiers he had trained by example,
about honor and dignity, and about protecting a country he loved from enemies real or imagined.

I am proud of your dad’s honor and dignity— even of the way he died. Son, all of us will leave this world, but so few die a hero’s death.

Still, the would- be wife and new mother in me are angry at times that he left us so early, at the age of forty- eight. Was it heroic or foolish that he volunteered for the mission that killed him?

As the daughter of an army veteran, I grew up on or near military bases and after I left for college wanted no more of that life.
So for years I resisted getting deeply involved with your father,
and much of our long- distance romance involved him chasing me and me pushing him away. We dated other people at times, me out of a fear of committing to your father, him out of frustration with my dithering. Ultimately, it was his steadiness, his character,
and his sureness about who he was and what he stood for that won me over, something you will get to know by reading the journal.
Listen to your first thought. You will figure this out on your own. Never second- guess yourself. When your heart is in the right place, always go with your first thought. Work hard at things and follow your instinct.
Since you were born, you have always been alert. That means you will be very perceptive about things. Believe
God and trust yourself. Keep the faith, Jordan. You will be fine.

Your dad wanted so badly for you to know him that he revealed himself in the journal in a way he rarely did in person. He told you things about himself that I never knew. He wrote that he wanted to see the Great Wall of China and to take guitar lessons. He went into detail about his love of art, his religious faith, and his childhood in Cleveland. I laughed as I pictured my soldier wearing stack- heeled shoes and bell- bottom pants in junior high school.

My favorite stack- heeled shoes were bought from a shoe store called Thom McCann. They were black patent leather with a suede heel. Now Grandma King would always say stack- heeled shoes were no good for your back. I guess I had to learn the hard way. I was walking downtown and glanced over at my reflection in a department store window. I was walking hunched like an old man. I had to throw them away.

Until I read the journal I did not know that your father sang in the youth choir at his multicultural Methodist church, was a lifelong
Cleveland Browns fan, and had his first kiss in the eighth grade with a girl named Denise.

I walked her home after school and she thanked me by giving me a kiss. I was a little taken back by it. Being in the eighth grade, it was a big step for me. All the girls were always smiling at me and joking around.
I remember buying a brand- new baseball jacket.
I took it to school and let all the girls sign it and put their phone numbers on it. I had the jacket in my room and Grandma King grabbed it thinking it was dirty and washed it. I rushed home from school, anxious to read my jacket, when I saw Grandma King hanging up my clean jacket. Grandma laughed. I was on my knees crying.

Your dad was an extraordinarily disciplined man. He believed that sweating on a five- mile run was the best way to shake a cold.
He picked the skin off chicken, would not drink more than one or two beers in a night, and did not allow himself to binge on the pastries he loved because he so closely watched his diet.

Despite his regimented manner, there was so much depth to your father’s character. He had a mind for war strategy but drew angels bowed in prayer. He spent hours sculpting a taut body, even starting his days in Iraq in a gym at 5 a.m., but he loved my morethan-
ample curves and had the softest skin I have ever touched. He gave away copies of his art to soldiers he respected but would shout his throat raw when they made mistakes in training that could cost them their lives in combat. “When he yelled, you moved,” one of the officers he served with said in a eulogy at his funeral.
“Because he only yelled when there was good reason.”

This tough guy was the same man who liked to feed me champagne,
popcorn, and chocolate in bed. The man who loved you so dearly that during the two weeks he had with you that August— the only two weeks— he barely slept. He preferred to spend that toobrief time dancing around with you in his arms, taking you to the bookstore for story time, and simply watching you sleep. He rarely discussed his personal life at work, but after he died his soldiers said that they knew that when he was “working” in his office, he was often gazing at pictures of us.

His imposing presence was really a mask for his shyness.
Simple things brought him pleasure: drawing pictures of me, starting the day in prayer, summer rainstorms.

Sometimes you get lucky and catch a rainbow.

I never knew the fierce warrior who led those troops, and I was sometimes a mystery to him, too. He thought I talked things to death. He read my newspaper stories if I asked him to, but he had no concept of how I could report and write about something momentous, a murder trial or a space shuttle explosion, in an afternoon. He also never understood how I could splurge on a diamond tennis bracelet but go to three stores to find the best price on mustard. He thought I sometimes expected too much of him,
which perhaps I did.

Still, we were in love. By the time he received his orders for
Iraq in December 2004, we were finally ready to be a family. We decided to have you. At forty years old, I got pregnant in one passionate weekend when your father was on a break from training.

Then, in the dusk of an early spring day nearly four months after he left for Iraq, I lay in a hospital bed giving birth to you,
wracked by a pain so intense I did not think my body could endure it. I could not know that only six months later I would fall to the floor screaming from a pain more wrenching than childbirth,
when I learned that your father had been killed. That night I
reached for your journal, and I have read it a hundred times since.
I find new insights every time.

Your father had waited a long time for a son and wanted to be the kind of father you could admire. He had tried to be a good father to Christina, his daughter from a marriage that had ended in divorce, and it had always pained him that he didn’t spend more time with her.

To be a good father I think you have to be a good provider. That’s not all. You should be a good communicator who has open views, accepts changing times. Be around for significant events. Be there to encourage you in whatever endeavors you desire.
A good father always makes himself available.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 14, 2009

    This is a must read!

    This book is so wonderful and enlightening, it really makes you stop and think about the important things in life and the people you love. Even though the story was sad, it had a bittersweet ending. Dana has done a remarkable job with this story and holding together not to leave out even the most painful of details. 5 thumbs up!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 7, 2009


    I read this book in a day. It was so good I couldn't put it down. I cried throughout the book. The story of their love and his devotion to his family and career was just absolutely amazing.

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  • Posted August 25, 2011

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    All about the mother instead of the journal, father and son.

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  • Posted February 8, 2010

    I Also Recommend:

    A True Hero

    When I first read the back cover of A Journal for Jordan, I imagined it would be the stereotypical story of a father nearing his death who leaves his son with some cliché words about how to live his life. However, after reading this amazing piece of literature I can confidently say that this book is about so much more than a father's two cents on life. It is a message to everyone about perseverance, of love found, and of life lost. A Journal for Jordan is a letter from a mother to her son telling him about a father he would never know, it includes portions of a journal written by First Sergeant Charles Monroe King for his new born son in case he didn't make it back from the war in Iraq. It tells of Charles's childhood, his dedication to his country and his faith, and also of the romantic story of a love and life cut short by tragedy. I think that Dana Canedy does an amazing job of capturing the defining qualities that made Charles the man that he was. Her writing paints a picture that captures the reader and makes it feel like you knew James your whole life. For me this book wasn't about the tragic loss of a father, but about the journeys that make us who we are. This book showed me the importance of knowing yourself and of loving others. Everyone should read this book and follow its advice on how to live.

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  • Posted August 14, 2009

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    Truly Inspiring, Touching, & a Tear-Jerker!

    Dana Canedy truly puts amazing into a new perspective. In this awesome book about love and loss, Dana takes us into her world of losing her other half, someone who gave her the love of a thousand soldiers, and gaining the reason for her continuing happiness.
    In this truly inspiring story, Dana makes us see how twisted the army is on covering things up on soldiers and their deaths. Before this, I had no idea on how secretive and slick the army truly was. My eyes were opened after this on the war, how silly it all is, and how we Americans are left with simple letters of farewell when things are much more complicating than that.
    I felt Dana's grief and sadness through the words that she had written on the pages. I journeyed with her through her life of finding this special man that would turn her world upside down and make her see what "love" truly is, and then losing him in a tragic twist of fate. I cried with her through her heartache and loss as she struggled to find her place in this world without him. But who are we to judge her upon how she goes about it?
    Dana writes an extraordinary book about life and the life that her husband had left her with: their son. This book truly is a tale of love and devotion to one's family. In the midst of a loss, one can find a reason to survive for the life of another. Dana wrote this book truly for her son, who will grow up without a father, but who will always have this book to guide him through life. He will never be without a father in spirit.

    For this book, this journal that Sergeant Charles King has written in every night he was in Iraq for his unborn son at the time, is truly for Jordan.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 8, 2009

    Amazing, touching story

    The true story told by Dana Canedy is one I'll never forget. It truly touched my heart and put the war in Iraq in a more real-life perspective. I recommend to anyone who enjoys a heart-warming novel!

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  • Posted August 1, 2009

    A Really Great Read!

    I love this book by Dana. I recommend it to all my friends who love to read outside their normal books.It grabs you from the beginning about unconditional love, hope and definetly faith.I am so happy to have come in contact with this book.I think about the strength it must have taken to have written such a book with the pain of loss in mind.

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  • Posted June 29, 2009

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    A Journal For Jordan

    Touching story thats good for anyone.

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    A True Soldier's Love Story to his son

    Dana Canedy writes a touching and inspiring chronicle of her life, falling in love with her soldier, and the birth of their son, Jordan. It's a tear-jerker but it's also the kind of book that inspires men to be greater, and women to encourage the men in their lives. I fell in love with Charles King, (even though I'm happily married to my own hero/solider), and really, it's no wonder that this book will continue to rise on the best-seller list. This is a guide for men who want to be not only of sound character and the best husband/soulmate that they can be, but yes, the best father that they can strive to be. This book trancends race, religion, creed, et al. This is THE blueprint! Jordan has much to be proud of, and as for his future, he has the best mother he could possibly have in guiding him. This is one of those books that you will go back to again and again. A perfect father's day book!

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  • Posted March 23, 2009

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    I really loved this book. It was well-written and captured my attention for the three days that it took me to read it.

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  • Posted March 3, 2009

    Warm and Touching

    A Journal for Jordan is such a heart warming story. It makes you laugh and cry! It is a story of courage, strength, love, and loss. What a wonderful and lucky little boy Jordan is to be blessed with two wonderful parents. One now an angel watching over him from heaven and a mother who will make sure that he will always have wonderfel memories of his father. I think it is a wonderful testament to the kind of woman Dana Canedy is to have done this special book for Jordan as well as for the rest of us lucky enough to read it! I highly suggest this book!

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