Sorry I couldn’t be there Pete, you will be missed but I’ll remember the good times when you use to come and visit us when I was younger and take us out all the time aswell as getting me and Carl a nice present.
Lots of Love
Ryan
I am Warren, Julia’s brother. I get the honor to tell few stories about Peter because I got from a very reliable source that I am Peter’s favorite brother-in-law. The first time I met Peter was Back in 1979 in Taiwan, one evening Peter asked me to take him to a pub. I didn’t even know what a “pub” was at the time, so I asked if it was the same as a bar, and he said yes. I didn’t drink and had never been to a bar before, but I took him anyway.
When we walked in, the place had only a few patrons—some looked like gangsters—and several young women with heavy makeup. I hoped this wasn’t the kind of pub Peter usually visited. After one drink, he said, “Let’s go to a different one.” Of course, the next one was the same.
During their stay,we later took him and Julia to many good restaurants in Taipei. Peter once joked that adding cheese to Chinese food would be a big hit.
Years later, his family came to Southern California for Julia’s college reunion. I went to their hotel to pick them up. I saw them outside near a water fountain—Julia chatting with friends, and Peter standing next to Mark. Mark was playing, climbing on the fountain’s edge. When he saw me, he rushed over and jumped on me.
Peter saw his son run off and suddenly noticed someone holding Mark. Instantly, he charged toward me. Then he recognized me, his favorite brother-in-law. relaxed, and stopped. I rarely see anyone move that fast.
Peter loved Indian food. We often went to Indian Cook House near my home. I learned several famous Indian dishes there, and soon my whole family started enjoying Indian cuisine. We tried many India restaurants nearby, but we all agreed that Indian Cook House was the best.
Once, I took him to Cerritos—nicknamed “Little India.” The main street was basically restaurants and gold jewelry shops. This was before Yelp, so we had no idea which restaurant was good. We picked one that looked traditional. The food wasn’t great. Later, my wife Cathy’s friend, an Indian lady, told us it was actually a very authentic place.
During COVID, Indian Cook House closed permanently. I blame Peter for not visiting us often enough.
We were glad to attend the family reunion this past March at Richmond Hill. I noticed Peter had lost some weight and looked healthier. He had cut down on beer and was switching from smoking to chewing nicotine gum. As he drove us around, we passed by a cemetery. Peter told me that they had already made arrangements for their “next life” there. I told him he looked much better and to keep it up—so he wouldn’t have to move there for a long time.
I’m Meihwa, Julia’s sister. The first time I saw Peter was through photos that Julia shared with me, and my impression then was “oh what a handsome gentleman!”
In 1988, 2 years before Mark was born, both Peter and Julia came over Holland. We took a special trip around Europe. We walked through Amsterdam, traveled along the Rhine in the Germany, looked at castles and the beauty of European cities. We also visited Denmark and even took a short cruise to Norway.
During that time, my daughter, Grace,was 2 years old, and I was 8 months pregnant with James. Throughout the trip, Peter was so kind, considerate, and always helped us entertain Grace. I saw that he was not only a handsome gentleman, but also a super match for Julia, and would be an excellent father.
I’m glad that Julia captured all those precious moments in her photographs, moments filled with joy, excitement, and love.
Peter, rest in peace please, and have an extra beer for us.
In general I was trying to think of my first memories and they were all when I was around 4-6 yrs old. I remember walking around outside at daycare, I remember hanging out on the couch w/my sister Amy, I remember spending time in the stroller with my parents, and I remember being terrified of Uncle Peter! It seemed like every time I saw him, he’d pick me up and and dip me head first toward the ground!!! So scary!
Fortunately as I grew older and heavier, that fright dissipated. I’m privileged that even though we lived in different countries, Uncle Peter, Da Yi, that’s what I called Julia - our big aunt, and our parents always made sure we would see relatives as much as possible, so I got to see them, Mark, and all my aunts, uncles and cousins many times throughout my life!
We’re staying with Da Yi now, and all those visits are hanging on their walls. Our trips to the Grand Canyon, to Texas to visit
Xiao Ah Yi (Meijwa - our youngest aunt), Yi Fu (youngest aunt’s husband), Xiao Pong (Grace), Xiao Jun (James), and Yuan Yuan (Claire), and to California to visit Julian, Jiu Jiu (Warren - oldest male uncle) and Jiu Ma (Cathy - oldest uncle’s wife). All the families would also came to visit us in Nj.
This past year luckily my sister Amy and her husband Pete wanted to come up to Toronto in April for my niece’s, Hannah’s, spring break. So my mom (Weefen), Jiu Jiu and Jiu Ma joined us all and headed to Richmond Hill and saw San Yi (Esther, the 3rd aunt), Uncle Vic, Dennis, Klara, Ilona, Dayi and Uncle Peter, Mark, Jess, Miles, and Riley. Uncle Peter was excited to host and spend time with everyone who visited.
Whenever we hung out with Miles and Riley, they loved being all over Uncle Peter and all I kept hearing was Ye Ye!! That’s what Miles and Riley call him. Da Yi told us when they were determining what miles would call them to avoid the confusion of having 2 grandmothers named grandma, she wanted to be called Nai Nai - Chinese for grandmother on the father’s side. Then without being asked, Uncle Peter immediately said he wanted to be called Ye Ye which is the grandfather on the father’s side. He really relished his title of Ye Ye.
In a similar fashion I remember he would call our aunts and uncles by their Chinese names ya shiong, Xiao Mei, and Xiao Wan - I never remember him calling my aunts and uncle Esther, Mei, and Warren. He really embraced Chinese culture in his own way, and I really appreciated that.
After our family’s trip in April, I had some more time and stayed behind after everyone left and hung out w Da Yi and Uncle Peter. They took me out to eat at their favorite places: Chuck’s Road House, where we’ll all go later today to eat a meal in Peter’s honor. We also visited Mark and Jess’s wedding venue - the McMichael Art Collection and even spent time in the room we all sat in where they were married. What great times. Peter can also say he was a birder because I took them to this birding hotspot 5 min from their house - Elgin West Forest and Ponds - and we all saw a really beautiful goldfinch!!
I feel very grateful that we come to visit this year and was able to spend time with Peter one last time without knowing it. I saw Uncle Peter as someone who cared about me and wanted me to have a great time here. I will miss his voice - I keep hearing him say “Julia”, and “MAHHHHK”.
It is a special honor to be your host for his viewing. I thank Mark and Da Yi for bestowing that honor upon me, and thanks everyone again for coming today. I hope you’ll join the family at 4 for a nice dinner at the aforementioned Chuck’s Road House on 1480 Major Mac West in Maple. Da Yi said he loved the loaded cheese fries and top sirloin with colors lite. Feel free to get that or try anything else!