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Yiu Fong Wong
October 21, 1944 - November 17, 2022
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<div itemprop="description">I would like to thank everyone for being here today to pay their respects to my Mom. Remembering her, thinking about her, and gathering together is the best way to honor her. <br> <br> In addition to all the people here today, I want to thank all the people who are praying and performing a Buddhist ceremony with offerings to honor her. We are not alone. These are friends and families across 7 different countries: Japan, Hong Kong, Australia, Indonesia, France, Germany, and Canada. Even though they are not Buddhists, they are doing this to support our family and support my Mom. A picture of all their ceremonies and offerings will be posted in the obituary of the funeral home. I encourage you to check it in a few days once the pictures have been uploaded <br> <br>I also want to thank my Uncle for looking after my mother over the years and for honoring her wish to donate her money to Jewish General Hospital because it has saved her life on more than one occasion. There are many people like my mother who are less fortunate and it's always good for the fortunate to help the less fortunate. <br> <br>Those who know me know that I did not have an easy life with my mother. Still, I wish to honor her in today's eulogy. <br> <br>A few days ago, I went through some of my Mom's early pictures taken in Hong Kong before she came to Canada. This would have been in the late 60s. I looked at them and saw a very different person. This woman was young, beautiful, and well-dressed, she had style, gorgeous eyebrows (that my son Jamie inherited), and more importantly, she was smiling. <br> <br>I don't remember the last time I saw my mother smile. <br> <br>But she was smiling in these pictures. There was still a spark in her eyes. And she had friends. She was happier once. It reminds me of what my mother would have been like if she wasn't touched by all the hardships she endured later in life. The look in those pictures is how I choose to remember her. <br> <br>Those eyes. That smile. She lives on today with those around me. My son Jamie has her eyes and eyebrows, Tristan has her ears and lips, and Simon has her cheeks and smile. And I share her selfless love to give and sacrifice anything for my children. My mother continues to live on in each of us in different ways. In that sense, she is with me every day. You're not forgotten, Mom. <br> <br>I didn't know her in later years, but the lessons she taught me in early life will always stay with me. For that, I am grateful. Thanks to her, I learned to be the parent I am today, the psychologist I am today, the wife I am today, the friend I am today, and the human being I am today. Thanks to you Mom. You will always be remembered and I wish you lots of peace. <br></div>