It's been one week and two days since Ambrose Jordan Jr., known affectionately as 'Mix,' got in his kayak and went out for a little quiet time to himself.
Mix grew up by the sea and was a true man of nature through to the core. It seemed to be the place in life he felt most comfortable. In the woods and on the water, Mix was at home.
Mix grew up with a wealth of family all around him and he seemed close to each and every one of them regardless of the large numbers. As a person from away I met Mix in spring of 2010 when we together worked on a housing project in the most hideous weather one could imagine, yet Mix always had a smile on, with helpful words (when I could understand him) and a helping hand. Mix used his six-foot plus stature in a kind and gentle way in every situation. This was a quality I grew to admire.
At the construction site, Mix and his brother would use break time as an oppoprtunity to play friendly games of competition like, who could knock an old bird's nest from the top of a tree with a 3 1/2 inch galvanized nail. As I watched these two brothers play it reminded me how nice it would be to have a brother. I love my sisters, but they would have asked me to climb the tree and recover the nest for an arts and crafts project. It's just not the same.
It has taken over a week now for the realization to settle in that our beloved Ambrose will not be coming home ever again. We hope and pray that the sea will release his body to the hundreds of loving family who have waiting and searching for Mix to come home.
As one of Mix's sisters said "we're all hoping he just comes walking out of the woods laughing, but I don't think that's going to happen". It took a week for my wife (cousin to Mix) to shed a tear of realization as she told me stories about Mix as they were growing up. "Mix was more that just a cousin to me" she said. Mix had taught her how to make a rabbit snare when she was 12. "When will I ever need to know that" she said through her tears. All I could say was "If Mix taught you how to do it, you're going to need it someday" Trust me.
Mix's 91-year-old grandmother, I'm told, is under the impression that Mix is out in the woods. At 91 perhaps that's the best thought she could have for the rest of her days. In some way, Mix is , still out in the woods where he felt at home. Those woods were never far from the warmth and love at their Ferryland home. A love that has been overwhelmingly evident during the search and recovery effort.
Even on the job site Mix took time out to show me a few tricks he had learned along the way. I always appreciated what he did for me and in return, when he asked me if i had any toilet paper in my car I was prepared to give him nothing but the best --- A full roll of Bounty "the quiker picker upper."
"You're da man" Mix said --- man-sized toilet paper for a real man.
Mix was indeed a real man. So long my friend