Jordan Winbush

Jordan Alexander Winbush was born on March 8, 2003, at 1:38 a.m., and from the very start, he knew his own mind. His strong will and quiet determination ran deep, and those who loved him understood that Jordan didn't need the world to agree with him he just needed it to be fair.

He was a wonderful son, and his brother Jason was his best friend. They talked for hours everyday. Sometimes deep in conversation, and other times just coexisting on the phone, Jordan under a car hood and Jason over homework. They didn't always need words. Being together was enough, even in silence.

Jordan felt things fiercely. If he believed in something, you'd hear about it. His heart broke for the underserved, the disenfranchised, and especially the homeless, and he'd empty his pockets

without a second thought. He despised inequality in every form and stood up against injustice wherever he found it. He was a tireless voice for those who couldn't speak for themselves. He loved to debate, much like his father, and had mastered the art of holding his ground whether

or not the room agreed with him.

Music lived in Jordan's bones. He played violin, drums, and saxophone, and taught himself guitar well enough to have played professionally, along with bass and piano. Every genre spoke to him, and he responded through his instruments.

Next to music came his other great love and that was anything with an engine. Like his father, Jordan found peace under the hood of a car. He helped anyone who needed it, rarely charging what the work was worth because for him it wasn’t about the money. He showed up for people. Jordan was a loyal friend, a late-night confidant, the one who'd stay up until dawn if someone needed to talk. He communicated with his mother's directness and wasn't shy about telling a friend strongly, repeatedly that they should probably break up with their girlfriend.

Last year, Jordan found the love of his life in Camille Cato. She brought out his focus, his best self, and she’s beautiful inside and out, just like him. They dreamed of building a life together, and in that short time, our families became one.

Jordan is survived by his father, Omari Winbush, his mother, Beverly Turner-Winbush, his brother and best friend, Jason, his grandfather, Raymond Winbush, his nana, Annelee Smith-

Winbush, uncles John, Eddie and Faraji, aunts Sharifa, Mercedes, and Annettea, cousins Michael Jr., Olivia, Emily, Sage, Mehgan, and Aubrielle, and a host of family and friends who will love him always.