Pauline J. Jordan

Jordan, Pauline (nee Matkowski) passed away peacefully at 8:00 AM on 06 November, 2020 to be with her Lord at the age of 81 years. Born in Bayonne, New Jersey on 16 February, 1939. Predeceased by Harold Jordan, her loving husband of 44 years. Lovingly remembered by James Walsh (son), Susan Walsh Fickkling (daughter), and Gary Jordan (son).

Mom was the best Mother and we were so blessed to have her. She loved to travel and did it often. She was a very strong, hard working person. She loved music and instilled that love to us. She had many friends but at the same time was a very private person. She loved her Catholic faith. She will be missed by many, but knowing she is in Heaven soaring with The Angels and no longer in pain and suffering brings us great comfort. God bless you forever my precious darling. I, and all of us, love you eternally.

Prayers will be offered from Riverside National Cemetery on 01 December, 2020 at 1:15 PM. Interment to follow at Riverside National Cemetery.

And now, the end is near

And so I face the final curtain

My friends, I'll say it clear

I'll state my case of which I'm certain

I've lived a life that's full

I traveled each and every highway

But more, much more than this

I did it my way

Regrets, I've had a few

But then again, too few to mention

I did what I had to do

And saw it through without exemption

I planned each chartered course

Each careful step along the byway

But more, much more than this

I did it my way

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew

When I bit off more than I could chew

But through it all, when there was doubt

I ate it up and spit it out

I faced it all and I stood tall

And did it my way

I've loved, laughed and cried

I've had my fill, my share of losing

And now, as tears subside

I find it all so amusing

To think I did all that

And may I say, not in a shy way

Oh no, no, not me

I did it my way

For what is a man, what has he got

If not himself then he has not

To say all the things he truly feels

And not the words of one who kneels

The record shows, I took the blows

But I did it my way