Mr. Chor Ching Leung

Mr. Chor Ching Leung passed peacefully in the early morning of December 12, 2010 after a gradual decline in health. He was surrounded and supported by his loving family and caregivers during the last days of his life. He is survived by his wife Suk Lan Leung. His three children: Roy and wife Anne; Jenny and husband George; Howard and wife Laura. His five granddaughters: Chloe; Hannah; Abigail; Kyra; Madeline.

Roy (the elder son) and Jenny (daughter) would like to share their memory as follow:

Roy - My Father My Hero is the most generous person that lived. Over 2.5 years ago Dad was diagnosed with Leukemia and was given 3 months time but for some miracle Dad was able to enjoy life up until a month ago when the disease finally caught up with him. This great and brave man never once put himself first, our family always came first. Even now after death he has taken care of us. Dad lived a hard life but cherished every moment with us. The time we had with our Father growing up was limited b/c Dad had to work 12 plus hour days 307 days per year. I don't recall Dad Taking any time off for himself but remember that one day he was sick and asking him why he had to work he told me that no work equals no pay. Dad never once complained or made us feel that we were a burden. There was no such thing as "weekend with the family" his one day off per week falls on a weekday. But Dad made the limited time he had with us fun and memorable. I can count with one hand the number of family vacations we had together but it doesn't matter as long as we were together Dad was happy. I realized that now and wished that we had more time together. Growing up my Dad and Mom always put us first above their own happiness but once all of us established families of our own Dad and Mom showed me that they truly loved each other. Before Dad's passing Mom had taken his ring for cleaning and once Dad realized he didn't have it he gestured that he wanted it back on his finger. We are grateful for the extra time given to us to enjoy his company. We will miss him, his smiles, jokes and I hope to be the Best Father in my children's eyes exactly like My Father My Hero.

Jenny - My Dad was a man who inspired me to be a better person...not quite at his level yet...still working on it...

He will always be remembered as the most humbling, loving and giving Father. I never once felt like I was missing anything growing up. He taught me that happiness had nothing to do with money. Which as teenager, I said...Wow...he is so wrong...how would I get my Addidas sneaks & tees...As I became older, or I prefer to say wiser in life as the wrinkles set in...I now realize...he was RIGHT all along...During the last 6 wks of his life...the family & friends that cared & visited him during his time of need...was not there because of money...But because of LOVE..This lesson has once again humbled me to accept that life will never be complete or worthwhile...Unless you are loved by those around you. In summary...I now know why my Dad loved the simple things in life that money can never buy... Nature...Family time...Smiles...Laughter...And this lesson is worth more to me now than ever!!! A heartfelt thank you to all of you, our family and friends, that came to pay respect to my Dad today. I an confident that he is looking at all of us and saying...WOW...I was indeed LOVED!!!

Hello, I am Heather Ho, Chor Ching's niece by marriage. That makes him my Ejurn, and me his Yi Sun Lui. Thank you to my Ema, Suk Lan, and my cousins for the opportunity to share how much he means to me. My Ejurn and my Ema sponsored my family and I to immigrate to Boston from Hong Kong in 1989. They are the reason that my sisters and I grew up in America. The reason that we attended college here. the reaason that we had a chance to pursue the careers that we wanted to. The reason that we have developped relationships with many of the family members and all of the friends that we know.

Ejurn's influence on me does not end with helping me come to America and accessing all of the privileges that life in this country has to offer me.

His generous love and care was part of the glue that held my young life together and laid the foundation for the rest of my life to begin. My family and I lived under the same roof with Ema, Ejurn, and family from when I first came to America at age six until I went off to college.

Over the course of those twelve years, Ejurn gave me some of my best childhood memories and demonstrated throught his actions the kind of person that he was. He opened his home to and shared living quarters with his newly immigrated sister-in-law and her three daughters. Of course, I also have Ema and my cousins to thank for this. He treated each of us kindly and as part of his family from day one , and I, for one, saw Ejurn as father figure in the absence of my dad who lives in Hong Kong. Though we were limited in our ability to communicate, since I was a CLL (Chinese language learner) and his English proficiency was limited, we developed a bond. He was always patient with me and listened as I sputtered out broken Chinese phrases, and he managed to reconfigure them for meaning. he was so generous with his time and his care. He always made sure my sisters and I had something to eat. I looked forward to his cooking on his day off each week. If your have ever had Ejurn's hot and spicy soup, you know how lucky you are. He made a mean bowl of hot and spicy soup. He was always looking out for us. Even when he faced hardships, he did not dwell on them and protected us children from them. During high school, whenever he was able to, he picked me up from practices and rehearsals. He helped raise me in an incredibly selfless, gracious way. His even-temperedness and constancy made me feel secure. I could never say enough what a pivotal role Ejurn played in me upbringing.

Ejurn was the kind of person who was so good, it kind of made you feel bad. He prioritized others before himself. Family was always first. He somehow managed to be the bigger person in every situation. He exercised restraint and gracefully navigated the challenging dynamics of sharing a home with another family. I never heard him say anything contentious about anyone else. Ejurn was a class act. At each stage of my life, I come to appreciate him in a different way. Just by his example, he inspired and continues to inspire me want to be better.

Ejurn also knew how to have fun. He introduced me to Castle Island. We would go together and park by the water after supermarket excursions. I now work in South Boston and go there often, and still think of him every time I look at the water. It is a special place for me. And how Ejjurn loved scratch tickets. The way his eyes lit up-- I think I enjoyed watching him scratch them as much as he liked scratching them! Once, I accompained Ejurn and Ema on one their regular trips to Foxwoods. We set off while it was still light out. I was quite confident I could keep up, seeing as I was in my prime and used to being up late. But at 2:30 in the morning, I found myself struggling to fight off sleep while Ema and Ejurn were going STRONG at the slot machines! Truly impressive.

In addition to fond memories, Ejurn bestows those whom he loved with a legacy of humor. He laughed and joked through life in good times and difficult times. He was such a happy person, and it was a joy to be in his presence. I ask that you join me and take a moment and remember a time when Ejurn made you laugh or brightened your day with his humor.

Three years ago, when the diagnosis was made, I saw that, in addition to his humor, he approached life with immense courage.

I remember Ejurn as a good man. A family man who lived simply and with so much love in his heart. His humility and grace make it look easy and even commonplace to live in this way, but as we know, such a good man is uncommon. Rare. Exceptional. As the narrative of my own life unfolds, I appreciate and admire the nuances of my Ejurn's character more and more and realize how lucky I was to have grown up in the presence of such as extraordinary person.

Even though Ejurn has passed on into the next world, he stays with me always. Thank you.