In Loving Memory; Remembering Shamika Michele Jordan One Year After Tragedy

“For God so loved the world, that he gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”John 3:16

Again death has invaded the ranks of the Jordan and Blackwell families and transitioned to a loving surrogate mother, a beloved daughter, a beautiful sister, an amazing aunt, a caring cousin, classmate, and loyal friend.

On Monday, May 3, 2021, at Spectrum Health Lakeland, in St. Joseph, Michigan, Shamika Michelle Jordan transitioned to her heavenly home surrounded by the prayers of her loving family and friends amid a tragic house fire.

The beautiful life of Shamika Michele Jordan was born on Saturday, September 25, 1982, to Cynthia Jordan and Larry Blackwell at Memorial Hospital in St. Joseph, Michigan. She was preceded in death by her maternal grandparents, Mary Jane Jordan and John Jordan; her step-grandfather, Ira Robinson; paternal grandparents, Margaret and JB Blackwell; Uncles, Rodney Jordan and Thomas McMillian; cousin, Erica Jordan and special cousin/brother, Jason Jordan.

Shamika Michele Jordan, affectionately known to everyone as “Mika” was raised in a loving and close-knit family where the seed of Christianity was always present as evidenced by her uniting with the Second Baptist Church at an early age and being baptized by the late Pastor, Rev. Dr. Donald B. Adkins.

As a little girl, “Mika” was very adventurous and mischievous. She kept her mother and grandmother Mary on pins and needles. She was truly the definition of a little tomboy. She loved to climb up things and that included cabinets, fences and yes trees and when she would get to the top of the tree, she would holler, “Hey Momma” which would put her mother and grandmother in a panic praying that the branch she was on, almost at the top of the tree, wouldn’t break.

Everything had to be child proofed, but she would find a way to get through them all. She once climbed over the protection gates put in the kitchen to keep her out at night. Shamika climbed over the gate, got on the cabinet and into the flour and sugar and when they came in the kitchen, she was sitting on top of the cabinet, covered in both flour and sugar with her pretty little barrettes in her hair smiling. She was also very observant and as she watched the women in the family use razors to shave, she took it upon herself to cut her cousin de ella Damon’s eyebrows off de ella. She was also courageous, even back then, knowing there would be consequences.

“Mika” was definitely a Daddy’s girl and she loved spending time with her father, Larry and step-mother Mercy. Every other day she would go over to their house to spend quality time together talking and laughing and some of their most special times were on the fishing banks where they bonded and shared their love for one another. He was always a very special part of her life and he would give her anything she asked him for. She was blessed to have had him as her father de ella because he truly loved his baby girl de ella.

Shamika was formally educated in the Benton Harbor Area Schools and graduated from Benton Harbor High School with the Mighty Class of 2000. She loved writing poetry and was the recipient of a “Young Author’s Poetry Writing Award” in middle school and until her untimely passing, she still loved to write poetry. “Mika” was a beautiful, strong, intelligent, and loyal classmate and was proud to be a member of one of the best classes ever. Education was important to her and she constantly stressed that to her nieces and nephews.

Shamika was an extremely hard worker and took pride and joy in working at Nova Plastics in Stevensville, Michigan, as a forklift-trainer. She was tough and sweet and was well respected by her co-workers, those she trained and the company’s administration.

“Mika” was loved by many and had a smile that would brighten up any room when she entered. She not only loved writing poetry, but she enjoyed listening to music, good conversation, calling it what it was, and chilling. She had a determined spirit although at times she could be headstrong, you could always count on her de ella keeping it real and one hundred.

Shamika loved her Jordan/Blackwell family fiercely with all of her heart and enjoyed spending time with them especially her cousin, Madison Collins, who she raised as her daughter. She was dedicated to taking care of her family from her and would give them the shirt off her back if any one of them needed it. She was witty and had a special place in her heart for children and especially the children of her family and friends of her. She will forever be remembered and truly missed.

Shamika leaves fond memories in the hearts of her loving mother, Cynthia Jordan of Benton Harbor; her father, Larry Blackwell and his wife, Mercy of Benton Harbor; (3) sisters, Shavonne Jordan of Indianapolis, IN; Stephanie Jordan of Benton Harbor and Cynthia Pearson of Fort Wayne, IN; (1) his brother, Donell Blackwell and his wife, Tayronda of Indianapolis, IN; (6) Nieces, Madison Collins, Taylor Whitaker and Rori Jordan all of Benton Harbor; Jazzanay Blackwell of Indianapolis, IN; Cheyenne and Sincere Pearson, both of Fort Wayne, IN; (7) nephews, Brian McKinney of Indianapolis, Ronald Greely of Benton Harbor, Jeremy and Tristian Blackwell of Gary, IN; Jordan, JaQuari and Antron Pearson all of Fort Wayne, IN; (3) aunts, Kim Jordan-McMillian, Evelyn “Princess” Jordan-Maben (Terry) and Arzelia “Cissy” Jordan all of Benton Harbor; (4) uncles, Darrell Williams-Jordan of Battle Creek, John Jordan Jr. of Grand Rapids, Kennard Blackwell and Jose Diaz both of Benton Harbor; Godson, Champion J. Wilson; her significant other from ella, Walter Young, special friends, Timothy Vinson, Shalamar Hardnett, Elliott Willford-Mitchell, Brian Haywood, Danyelle Woods, Shanequa Willford and Chrashawn Tara and a host of cousins, classmates, family members and friends.

For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.Romans 8:38-39

Here are some memories from her family and friends:

My Angel Shamika Michelle Jordan was born on September 25th, 1982. She was always caring and willing to come over to the house and help me when needed and even when not needed. Shamika loved and treated everyone so well. It was always a welcoming spirit when going into her home from her. My middle child, I miss her so much. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about her. I love you SMJ. Continue to Rest In Peace. Until we meet again, Love Mommy!
~Cynthia Jordan

Shamika was like a mom to me. Shamika and her mom who is my great aunt have taken care of me since I was 3 months old. Shamika always did my hair in the cutest styles, got me anything I ever asked for, and got even more when I brought home my good grades. Sadly, I graduate next year and she won’t be there to see me walk that field. I’m motivated even more to make Shamika and my dad proud! I miss her and love her dearly.
~Madison Collins

I have so many memories, but this one particular time Shamika was tired of catching me for my mom. She gave me tough love. She knew I was going to run, I thought I was superwoman then she jumped down all the Highland stairs and ran outside. When she finally caught me and got me back home, Oh boy! Lol, She and my mom did teamwork on me. She was my big sister and she did so much for me. I miss her and love her so much.
~Stephaine Jordan

Memories fade over time, but my sister isn’t a memory she’s a part of one. You are truly missed SMJ forever.
~Shavonne Jordan

May 3, 2021, changed me in so many ways that I can’t even explain. I tried to forget about what I saw that night (over 90% of her body de ella was burned) and just concentrate on all the good memories that we had. I remember Mika as a young lady who enjoyed life and was full of laughter. We had so many good times and we found humor in everything; no matter what the situation. There was always something that made her smile or laugh. I remember when Shamika and Sam were teenagers in the ’90s during the July 4 weekend when they were up to something, and thought they were gonna get away. I made them go see Jurassic Park with me. They were so mad at me because they thought this was a kid’s movie. By the time that movie ended, I had to peel them off of me because they were scared. I choose to remember all the good times and the person that she was. She loved her family of her fiercely, especially her nieces and nephews of her. She would do anything for them. If you were her friend of her, she had your back of her and she was loyal to you no matter what. That’s the type of person Mika. She was outspoken, said what was on her mind about her, and told you the truth whether you wanted to hear it or not (all done out of love). She also had calmness and quietness about her that reminded me at times of my mother. Shamika will never be forgotten. I’ll always love her. Her death from her has broken her family from her.
~Aunty Princess Jordan

My Dear SWEET SHAMIKA
Of all the many Blessings
However great or small
To have had you for a NIECE
Was the greatest one of all.

The Jordan Family Chain Is broken once again
And NOTHING seems the same
But as GOD takes us one by one
The chain will link again.

GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN

I LOVE YOU
~Aunty Cissy Jordan

Shamika, I Love you so much you taught me everything; including how to love. You will forever be in my heart. Always Your Little Ronnie…
~Sharonda Broyles

Shamika Jordan, we love you and miss you. You were a precious gift from God to My Best friend Cynthia and Larry. You grew up with Tash and Dee. You were always at my house, you were all inseparable. I remember when you were 14 years old, and I had a situation going on and a girl came up to my house. You said, “Auntie, let me whoop her for you. LOL. “You were being a protector at a young age and you’ve never changed. You were always protecting those you love. Continue to rest easy my baby. You may be gone, but you’ll always be in my heart and never forgotten.
~Aunty Sandra Harden Miller

Shamika, I still can’t believe you are not here physically. I turned 60 last year and the sad part about it is, that I didn’t get a birthday call from you. You called me every birthday. I could depend on your call, we would laugh and talk. I miss that. Whenever your Mom got sick you would always let me know, even when she fussed at you telling her about her business lol. However, you did it anyway, and I was grateful. My last fond memory of you was when your mom San and I were riding around BH trying to find a Biden and Harris sign for me. Your Mom said, “I know where you can get a sign. Go to Mika house, she got some; get hers from her lol”. Just as we pulled up and I got out to grab your sign out of the yard; you opened your door and said, “Y’all out here stealing!”. That was so funny to me. You were standing in the doorway looking just like Larry. I still have that sign and I will never let it go. I miss you Neicey. I hide my pain because I have to be strong for your Mom. We will meet again. I LOVE YOU.
~Wanda Broyles

I don’t know where to start. Shamika Jordan was one of the real people I’ve known. She always kept it real. She never judged unless she had a reason to. She loved being loved in my eyes. She was always 100% herself. Her time for her was definitely cut short on this earth. But the time she was here, was remarkable. I miss my girl’s laugh, her de ella mean ways de ella, her love for Tommy Hilfiger, and her love for life. She had so much life in her and she would make anyone’s day better. I miss you dearly my friend.
~Tamika Madden

Shamika was my sister/cousin/best friend and ride or die. Our bond was unbreakable. I have so many memories from childhood to adulthood. One of our favorite things to do together was playing old school 90’s and early 2000s R&B and Hip Hop and reminiscing on the crazy things we used to do. We did so much stuff together. It’s been challenging adjusting to this “new normal”. I’m still not accustomed to not talking to her. We would talk on the phone for hours and any and everything. I miss her so much. I miss our conversations, our kickbacks, sharing secrets, and watching our favorite movies together. I miss my sis. I love you Shamika forever and always. Until we meet again, I have my bowl of cream of wheat waiting for me.
~Samantha Jordan

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