Jordan Ferrell

In Loving Memory of Jordan Ferrell

September 5, 2004 – July 13, 2025

Our beautiful boy, Jordan Ferrell, left this world far too soon at just 20 years old. On July 13, 2025, Jordan took his life because he couldn’t fight off the void in his temporary loneliness. The tragedy is that Jordan was never alone!

It is with completely broken hearts and open hands that we choose to speak this truth — not to define him by how he left, but to honor the fullness of how my son lived.

Jordan was a truly perfect creation, even against the odds. From the moment he came into the world, we were bonded — father and son, soul to soul. He was curious, quick to laugh, endlessly passionate, and he brought an infectious energy to every situation.

From an early age, he took to the tennis court like it was home. He didn’t just play — he studied the game and practiced tirelessly. He fell in love with it, and he truly made it his own.

He became my shadow — my “mini-me,” as everybody has always said — matching his Dad in shoes, in outfits. But he took everything I ever taught him and surpassed all expectations.

You were extraordinary, Jordan.

If I had a match, Jordan was there — watching, cheering, but yearning to get out there and fight his own battles. He came to every single one. He learned how to perfect his strokes and serves, how to drive his passions to new heights, and how to show up fully with fire and fierce intensity.

Jordan created art. He made people feel seen and heard. He carried a spark that lit up not just rooms, but entire communities.

He drew. He was stylish. He was thoughtful. He taught. He always learned.

He played pickleball with a fire that made people take notice — not just because he was talented, but because he truly loved being around others. And he was explosive in the way he played.

His life touched more people than he ever knew.

Jordan’s passing leaves a void we can’t describe. But we believe his spirit still moves within us — guiding, reminding, and lifting.

His younger brothers, Jaden and Jonah, now carry a part of Jordan’s strength from this point forward. And I’ve told them: We harness Jordan’s light and fighting spirit, always. His soul, his love, his essence — it lives on inside us.

And as your father — I will do everything in my power to help you feel that every single day. You are never alone.

Jordan — your mom, your bonus mom, your grandmother, your grandfather, your grandma who’s waiting for you in heaven, your countless friends — they all love you deeply. But no one more than your father and your brother Jaden will ever fully understand the depths of the bonds we formed through everything we’ve endured together.

Let’s love and honor Jordan by learning from Jordan.

We will never forget you, Jordan.

I will never be the same. And I will forever have a broken heart that will only be healed when I get to hold my son again. But until then, I will carry your strength to hold my heart together.

You will always be forever young in our hearts.

I love you, Jordan.

It has been the greatest blessing and honor of my life to lead you as your father for the past 20 years of your life and I'm forever sorry that you left us so soon and that I was not able to save you!

Love,

Your loving Father

In lieu of flowers, please consider a donation to a suicide prevention organization in Jordan’s honor.

To those reading this — if you’re struggling, please reach out. If someone close to you seems like they’re carrying something heavy, don’t wait.

Speak love. Speak life.

Jordan’s story doesn’t end here.

It continues through all of us who carry his memory forward with purpose.