Ms. Yen has been in my life since I can remember. As a childhood friend of her son, Jayson, she is one of the few people in this world that has seen me grow up: from a punk-rock kid with braces, to now a ‘slightly’ more mature husband & father. Although, she has seen me go through many phases in-between, what was constant was her welcoming presence. While often quietly at the back of the house keeping to herself and letting the “boys be boys”, she showed her care for us and Jayson’s friendships in small ways… like giving us rides to Yorkdale at a whims notice, always offering us pre-sliced fruits, or surrendering the tv so that we could monopolize it. I am glad that she had the chance to meet my eldest son, Thomas. Although he may be too young to remember the interaction, I will remember how she too offered him pre-sliced fruit. It’s a small act, but truly reflective of the thoughtful and caring person that she was. My family and I will miss her, but are ever grateful for leaving us with the outstanding son that she raised.