In memory of

Ching Fai Yung 翁清輝先生

December 26, 1923 -  June 22, 2020

It is with profound sadness that we announce the peaceful passing of Ching Fai Yung on June 22, 2020 at the Scarborough Mon Sheong Long Term Care Home, at the age of 97. The beloved husband of Yuk Ying for 70 years, treasured father of Ida, Rudy (Diana), the late Sammy (Nora), Christine (Francis) and much-loved grandfather of Ella (Kevin), Phillip, Travis (Michelle), Terrence (Sophia) and Tammy.

A private memorial service will be held at Elgin Mills Cemetery, Cremation & Funeral Centre, followed by cremation in the Centre. In lieu of flowers, donations to Scarborough Chinese Baptist Church (https://www.scbc.com/onlinedonation.htm) or to a charity of your choice would be sincerely appreciated by the family.


翁清輝先生,廣東省潮陽縣義英鄉人,於二零二零年六月廾二日(星期一) 在士嘉堡孟嘗長期護老院主懷安息,積閏享壽九十有七歲,遺體奉移Elgin Mills Cemetery & Funeral Centre 殯儀館 (地址: 1591 Elgin Mills Road East, Richmond Hill) ,於六月三十日 (星期二) 下午一時由雷資深牧師主持出殯禮,隨後進行火化禮儀。

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Guestbook 

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Ida Yung (Daughter)

Entered June 24, 2020 from Unionville

Love you, Dad. Miss you forever.

Ruth Blair (Niece)

Entered June 25, 2020 from Toronto

Long life well lived. Rest in peace now, Uncle.

Mei Ling Fong (Friend)

Entered June 26, 2020 from Markham

Condolences and Prayers to the Family ..RIP!

Rudy and Diana Yung (Son and daughter-in-law)

Entered June 26, 2020 from Indianapolis IN, USA

Dad......Wish we could be by your side when you left this world to be with God. You will always be in our memory and forever missed. Love you and miss you!

Ed (Niece)

Entered June 27, 2020 from Taipei, Taiwan

Dear 亜舅:
I will keep your nicest smile in my heart forever.....💕
Sadly missed,
🎎 Esther (大女) & 林逾先 (Ed) 暨 林哲文 (Edison) 敬上

PS. 亜妗 and All the cousins:
願 主與您們各人同在,賜與您們平安 🙏 ~ 請保重!

Life Stories 

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Tammy Lau (Granddaughter)

Entered July 15, 2020 from Toronto

When I think about Grandpa, I always picture him as someone who often looked quite stern and stoic on the outside, but inside was filled with love for his family. He was someone who expressed his love and care for people through actions and small gestures. When my brother and I were in elementary school, he used to visit us after school, bring us fresh Chinese buns as a snack, and watch over us until our mom could pick us up. Despite not knowing any English, he was able to navigate through the confusing public transit system just to spend an hour or two with us. When I started attending university and living on my own, he would ask if I had eaten dinner yet, if I had enough food to eat, if I had enough clothes to wear, and to be careful and not go outside after dark. He’d always call to warn me about any incoming bad weather, and on Halloween he made sure to especially call to tell me to be careful and stay inside. Every time I came home to visit, he always insisted on giving me pocket money; partially to spoil me, but more so because he wanted me to be able to focus on my studies without any financial concerns. This was the kind of person Grandpa was - he always put his family before himself and wanted nothing but the best for them. When I reflect on Grandpa’s life, I’m amazed and humbled by how much he accomplished. He was never boastful about himself though - rather, he embodied a more quiet sense of pride and dignity. He always made sure to present the best version of himself and no matter what he always held his head high and never backed down from any challenge or obstacle. These are qualities that I truly admire about Grandpa – his fierce independence, strength, perseverance, and devotion to his family. I miss Grandpa very much, but the values that he exemplified through his life and actions will always remain with me.

Sophia Lau (Granddaughter-in-law)

Entered July 15, 2020 from Chicago

We said goodbye to Go Go today, my husband's beloved, dignified, steadfast grandfather. I have learned so much about him these last few days that I only picked up bits and pieces of before. I knew he left home at the age of 12 to work in a different city, I didn't know he started his own business at the age of 53 so that all of his children could have a college education. I knew he prioritized the education and careers of his daughters, including my mother in law, as well as his sons. I didn't fully appreciate the extent to which that was counter-cultural, self-sacrificial, transforming. I knew he was lovingly married for 69 years, and built a beautiful, strong, family which I have been so grateful to become a part of through these last several years.

Nearly every time I visited Terrence in Toronto, we would stop to see his grandparents, either at church, over dim sum, or at their home in Markham. I loved the way that Terrence loosened up when we were with them, the way he was even more playful, sweet, and so clearly knew how genuinely loved he was. I wish for every child the experience of being beloved that Terrence knew when he was with his grandfather. And there was so much room in that love for me, from the very beginning. Even though we didn't speak the same language, Go Go would grip my hand and smile and I knew without a doubt that he loved me too.

I always remember the day Terrence and I told him we were engaged. It was hard for him to move around by then but as I sat on the couch by his chair he insisted on getting up and finding a pen and paper, and carefully scratched out a few characters in Cantonese. Bewildered, I showed it to Christine who explained that it was my name, written phonetically--So-Fay. I hope he knew how much that meant to me.

Terrence Lau (Grandson)

Entered July 15, 2020 from Chicago

I benefited from living close to our grandparents' house in my early years and spent most of my time there when mom and dad were at work. As my family knows, I was such a crybaby during Kindergarten. I struggled with ‘abandonment issues’ and many people would make fun of me and not understand why I was crying all the time at school. I think I did so because I was spoiled from the warmth, love, and nurture that I felt from being so close with my grandparents.

I distinctly remember one Christmas season at Montessori school where Grandpa somehow landed the role of Santa Claus. He was to dress up as Santa Claus for all the kids in a school production and let them sit on his lap for pictures. He had no idea what to do and we had to teach him how to say “Ho Ho Ho, Merry Christmas!” in English the night before. I often wondered if he was nervous at all since he was unfamiliar with the culture of western holidays and the ‘importance’ of Santa Claus to little kids, but at the end of the day he pulled it off wonderfully. Everyone praised him for being so caring and courageous to do something so out of his comfort zone. To me personally, I think Grandpa purposefully did it so that he would be able to see me more during the day, and he knew that it would’ve meant the world to me to sit on his lap as Santa/Grandpa.

As I grew older, I spent less time with Grandpa; however, every time I was in the neighbourhood I made sure to stop by their place for a quick visit. I always felt like I was at my second home and felt so welcomed because of my loving grandparents. And when I started bringing my non-Cantonese speaking wife Sophia to his place, Grandpa would always go out of his way making sure that she was welcome. His love was truly unconditional.

I can’t imagine how hard he must have worked to provide for his family. It was through his efforts that he paved the foundation for where I am today. I will remember him for being a proud, diligent man full of integrity, and ready to give everything for his family. And at the same time a tender, emotional, caring man who despite his best efforts wears his heart on his sleeve.

I love you and miss you Grandpa, thank you for everything you’ve done for me.

Travis Yung (Grandson)

Entered July 15, 2020 from Edmonton

Living so far away in Alberta has presented its own challenges. The distance alone is tough, but the harsh winters are unforgiving, and limit a lot of times my family could/would want to visit. We would still get to see my Grandpa during family reunions, and every time he would ask me when I was going to move to Toronto. My broken Chinese limited our conversations and I would often need the help of relatives to translate, but despite the language barrier, there was always a sense of love and pride that exuded from him when we spoke. When it came time to introduce Michelle, my non-Chinese girlfriend to the family, he welcomed her into his home as if she were one of us, often asking her the same questions he would ask me. How was work? If she had eaten? When she was going to make me move to Toronto? His love transcended my incompetence as a translator and she still consistently brings up how she loves my grandparents.

Every trip to Toronto as a child corresponded with an obsession with a different toy. I recall playing with this toy car I had that was falling apart. Multiple attempts to fix it were unsuccessful so naturally, I brought it to Grandpa. Without even speaking, he ushered me away for a couple minutes and returned with the car fixed so sturdily you would have thought the thing was brand new.

As I grow older, I begin to truly understand how much of a foundation he laid. I cherish all the moments that we shared together and hope to continue to make him proud. Love and miss you Grandpa

Phillip Yung (Grandson)

Entered July 15, 2020 from Indianapolis

I think my relationship with Grandpa was a unique one in that we spoke in different languages. He knew minimal English while I knew minimal Cantonese, but that was never an obstacle. He never stopped showing affection for me, and the rest of the family. One year when I was visiting him in his Toronto home, he beckoned me to come downstairs with him because he wanted to show me some of his clothes. In my limited Cantonese vocabulary, I told him not to go downstairs because of his bad knee. Grandpa, being unsurprisingly stubborn, went downstairs anyway. He made his way to a secondary closet full of his old, custom made suits from Hong Kong. He set out a few suits and had me try them all out, which most had fitted me almost perfectly. He was ecstatic, I think he saw a reflection of himself in me when I wore his suits. He would give me tips and advice maintaining the suits, like he was back in his store 43 years ago. I knew they were priceless and held sentimental value to him since he had made and worn them when he was in the textile business. Thus, a new tradition was born between us. Several years later, his jackets and suits populated my closet. He taught me to appreciate the fine materials of the jacket, but more importantly had spent time conversing one on one, grandson and Grandpa. With his suits, his legacy and spirit will literally be resting on my shoulders watching over me. I miss him, we all do.

Photos 

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