Susan kim 

Entered April 24, 2020

So sorry for your loss. We mourn with you and your family and look forward to the day when we can all, all be together. Love Susan

Mohamed Mahmoud (Colleague)

Entered April 24, 2020 from Mississauga

I'm so sorry Davis for your loss, my thoughts and prayers are with you and your family during these difficult times.

Lois (Niece)

Entered April 25, 2020 from Thornhill

Janet, Davis & 고모,
Our family’s thoughts are with you and we pray for the Lord’s comfort during this time of mourning. Your father’s smile and chuckles always made me smile, and I know he is smiling down on us all now from heaven.
Our deepest condolences,
Lois, Richard, Toby & Evan

백경아 & 송영민 (Niece)

Entered April 25, 2020 from City of Vaughan

하나님의 위로하심이 이모님과 Davis 가족, Janet 가족에게 함께하시기를 기도합니다.
빠른시일내에 가족 모두가 모여서 위로와 사랑을 나눌 수 있기를 바랍니다.

Charlie (Chul An) Park (Nephew)

Entered April 26, 2020 from 372 The Queensway.s Keswick, On L4P2C3

I`m really sorry for your loss. My condolences to you and your family.
I was surprised to hear this sad news and I`ll be praying for you and your family

I have only glimpses of memories of my encounters with my father as a young child...yet there's one set of memories that are incredibly vivid to this very day.
My father worked extremely late hours running his business and most days I wouldn't see him all day. I'd attempt to wait up for him to come home every night, yet I'd often fail and end up falling asleep on his side of the bed. In a groggy daze, I would notice and soak in those brief moments as he picked me up and carried me to my bed. Since it was the only time I had to spend with him during those years, I must have cherished those brief moments so much, that despite being half asleep and seven years old at the time, nearly 40 years later, the memories are as clear as day.

My father was not a man of few words...in fact, he'd tell you 10 stories and take an hour to get 1 point across...like father, like son I guess.

Except on one special day. I was in my mid teens just old enough to drive. It was a Saturday afternoon and I was draped over the living room lazy boy watching the telly.  On that particular day, my father deviated from his usual self and took only one one-hundredth of the usual time to tell me something which translated into the single most important turning point in my young life. On this particular afternoon, my father walked up to me, gingerly extracted the remote from my hands, and shut the television off. I knew exactly what was on his mind. I knew I got caught doing something I should not have been doing the night before. I took a deep breath, anticipating what I thought was coming next and braced for it - but it didn't happen. In a very mellowing turn of events,  my father simply crouched down, and put his cheek about an inch from mine and gently whispered in my ear, "son, if you're going to smoke cannabis, just don't do it in my car" (in Korean). He then slowly moved his face from my ear to stare me in the eyes, then slowly stood up never losing eye contact, and then he simply walked away. As he disappeared into the next room and went out the front door, I was still frozen stiff with my mouth half open, wondering if I was allowed to draw in air. I could clearly hear my heart pounding through my chest, anxiously waiting for my father to return and give me the usual ear full. But the day just went on like nothing ever happened the previous night. I must have sat there in the telly room for at least an hour that Saturday afternoon still gazing into the same space my father used to whisper that one sentence in my ear, pondering all the implications of my actions the night before and his subsequent response that day. For the very first time since I've ever known him, my father said exactly the right amount of words he needed to say and not a single word more. I can only hope to have that "one-sentence" moment with my children one day.

My father and I shared very few words over the years, as I know very little Korean and my father very little English. But I always knew that he loved me and did his best to take care of me.

My father always worked hard at the family store (and there were several), and there were days that I hardly ever got to see him. Some of the memories I do have us spending time together always involve him giving me gifts or candy. Perhaps that was his way of trying to make up all the time we didn't spend together. A few fond memories I have of him during my childhood include him building a swing set in our backyard in Hamilton for my brother and me, buying a brand new bike together, and carrying me inside the house when I fell asleep in the car.

I'm very grateful that he got to spend time with my children, Morgan and Clark. I saw the smiles he brought to their faces, and the ones they brought to his. I'll always remember him as a strong man who wanted to bring joy to little children.