Dear Tony, my father-in-law,
Most regrettably, Aisling and I did not have the opportunity to see you at least one more time since our last video call! I am deeply saddened and unpleasantly surprised by your sudden passing, as you were showing signs of improvement!
I have known you and Mrs. Tam for more than 30 years, way before you become my father-in-law! You were “Ah Sir” and were well-respected. You had mostly been on the quiet side with me. As your son-in-law, I enjoyed the occasional cigarettes and bottles of wine with you.
You were very personable and could strike up good conversations with strangers, such as our security guards when you were in Hong Kong, hawkers on the streets of Bangkok during your early breakfast - and I don’t recall you speaking Thai!
You had been most kind looking after my mother and her apartment for many years! I am forever indebted to you for your boundless generosity and efforts!
As a grandfather, I saw the smile on your face when you were with the grandchildren. You did not get to see Aisling much, but you looked happy when facetiming with her!
You had a full life, coming to Toronto with Mrs. Tam and Wing-Sze in the early 70s. As a hardworking family man, you built a well-known business and made many lifelong friends that I later have the privilege to know. Inevitably, as part of the life cycle, after eight decades, you are leaving for the last time. Wing-Sze fed you, you were looking quite well, and wanted to take a nap. You left us comfortably and peacefully!
Tony, I am still trying to process this tremendous loss! Not seeing you when we come to Toronto, no more planning of you visiting us in Malaysia, no longer getting your video calls… Farewell, I will miss you!!
親愛的公公,
I will miss the time I saw you in Canada 🇨🇦
Bye Bye 公公!
From 你的孫女安兒
親愛的三姨丈,
突然收到你離世的消息感到很難過. 雖然不常見面, 但你俾我嘅感覺係一個好nice嘅長輩. 一路好走.
秀妍 敬輓
Our deepest condolences🙏 R.I.P Tony
I have very fond memories of Jet Kel. He was a very outgoing Uncle always present at family socials. I remember when he first arrived in Canada and was training to become a licenced Hair stylist. I was one of the many relatives who’s head of hair became his palette. From basic trims, waiting hours for our hair to take hold of perms to punk spiky burgundy styles, he perfected his craft and ran a successful hair salon. His cheery personality will be missed but never forgotten.