Losing a parent is an unimaginable pain . Our thoughts and prayers are with your family during this difficult time ! 
 Aloha ‘ oe Mr. Chuong and be happy wherever you are 🌈 
 Đệ tử chúng con thành tâm cầu nguyện hương linh bác Chương Phan Anh , pháp danh Viên Nhẫn được về nước Phật 🙏
 Nam mô tiếp dẫn đạo sư a di đà Phật 🙏🌈❤️

Sending my heartfelt sympathies to the entire family. Mr. Chuong seems like a truly special person whose strength and integrity brought joy and a better life to so many. He built a wonderful foundation for his family through a lifetime of dedication. May he rest peacefully wherever he is. He simply made it to the moon first!

阿公 (A Gong; “grandpa”) was the most intelligent man I’ve ever known. He taught himself how to read and write as he did not have the opportunity for a proper education. The picture I have in my mind of his apartment is that it was filled with books and newspapers. Whenever I come to visit, he would always be at his table either reading a book, newspaper, or watching the news. At 90 year-old, his mind was still sharp.

阿公 also has extensive knowledge of Eastern medicine and constantly continue to research it. I was rather pale and ill-looking during my college days, so he would brew herbal drinks and make herb-infused eggs for me to replenish my qi. Even though they were not my favorite things (because they taste like medicine and bitter!), I will forever be grateful for his love and care.  

阿公 was a very independent person. At old age, he still prefers to do things by himself. When I was helping out at his apartment, he would not let me do much beyond simple chores. Every time I wanted to help with something else, he would let out his signature laugh and put his palm out as in saying “let me handle it”. And despite not knowing English, he was still able to get around by navigating the public transits all by himself. I still remember when he took my sister and I to ride the light rail when it first opens. 

阿公 passion was cooking. I’m sure if you ask those who knew him, they would say he makes amazing food. For me, my fondest memory of his cooking is the morning porridge with 咸菜 (kiam cai; “salted/pickled mustard green”) or 橄榄菜(ga na cai; “preserved olive leaves”). This simple dish will always remind me of him and I still often crave it till this day as one of my comfort food. My other favorite dish of his is of course, the most favorite among us grandchildren, 炒粿  (char  gue; “fried rice cake”).

I could go on and on. I was lucky enough to have many memories of him. 

Although we cannot see you anymore, 阿公, you’ll always be with us, forever in our hearts.

Growing up, every morning started with 早晨 to A Kong. And then I grew up, moved out, got married, had a kid, and the 早晨s became energetic “hellooo!!”s with every visit to his apartment. 

He was one of the healthiest people I know, probably because I have never seen him sit still. A Kong would always be cooking, most memorably his bánh bột chiên , bánh trung thu, and my favorite bánh lá liễu, or he would be building something for the garden or the house. If you ever see him sit still, it’s probably because he was reading and studying one of his chinese medicine books! 

One of my last memories of him was a few weeks before he passed. Even though my mom said he hasn’t been speaking, when A Kong saw his cháu cố Felix on facetime, he spoke that day: “bác sĩ con” or little doctor, his nickname for Felix. 

I am honored to have shared all the memories with A Kong. And I am grateful to have been there to say goodbye during his last moments. We love you forever A Kong! 🤍

I hold the title of his first grandchild. I grew up living with my grandparents into my early teenage years which means I woke up to watch some cartoons with him on PBS kids before eating one of his home cooked comfort food breakfasts- usually congee with mustard greens or fermented soybean or my fav was when he made chão què - the sauce was the best part! My nickname "nana" was because the grandparents couldn't say Sirena but A Cong always greeted me with "Hehh-looo Sahnina". Growing up, he was strong enough to carry me on his back and called it "cõng monkey". He also had the worst punishments for when I did something bad like kneeling in front of a wall with my arms out in a T and my nose touching the wall for what felt like 6hrs! His mind was always sharp. He crafted many useful things. He's a carpenter. He made many herbal meds. He grew a thriving garden in our backyard. He even held his own annual moon cake factory from our kitchen - people looked forward to placing orders from him! Providing yummy meals was his love language and I'm lucky my tummy got to feel his love. I'm proud to carry his last name. So glad he got to meet his great-grandkids who are part of his growing legacy. We love you A Cong!

Your kindness and warm nature always greeted us all, your gestures, actions, and gifts have created fond memories and loving stories for us to remember you by. Thank you for all the love and for all you did, you are forever loved and we will miss you very much, A. Cong. ❤️

I will always hold fond memories of visiting his apartment, I remember being amazed and inspired by all the things he did, all the things he created to keep his mind sharp. He was an amazing man who cared for his family deeply, I remember visiting him in senior care, watching my mom explain to him that his family was doing well and that he didn’t have to worry about taking care of us, just himself. That sigh and the look of relief on his face, it reminded me of the sacrifices he made and all the long hours and hard work he had done long before I was born to bring my family here, to give us a better life and to ease the weight on our shoulders as we go about our lives. I will always remember him for the way he carried himself, for the sacrifices he made for our family, and for the devotion he had to take care of himself and his family. He will continue to live on in our hearts and we will always be grateful for the memories we made and the time we spent.

I'll always be truly inspired by my grandfather's love of staying active and building things by hand. I still remember hearing the doorbell ring when I was younger and opening the door to find my him standing there. Even after turning 80 years old, he took public transit all the way from his apartment just to visit my family. His laugh and smile were always so infectious, and he always greeted everyone with the same "Hellooo!" I will always miss "driving" around the apartment with the wheeled stool he built himself to hold his tools, and always looked forwards to when he would cook food for our family to bring home and eat. I love you forever A. Cong.

A Kong was my only grandpa my whole life, as my dad’s dad passed long before I was born. When I think of him, I’m lucky enough to remember one time he took the bus down from his apartment and walked the near mile from the bus stop to my house just to deliver some Bánh Bột Chiên to me and my brothers during the summer break. He didn’t tell a single person he was doing so, he just showed up and walked himself back to the bus and his apartment. It’s undoubtedly my favorite memory of the healthiest people I’ve ever known. I also feel lucky to have been able to be the one to feed him not long before he passed in the nursing home. It wasn’t much more than a week after that we came back to say our final goodbyes to the only grandpa I knew. We’ll miss you forever A Kong, make sure to have some Bánh Bột Chiên for us in the afterlife. ❤️

A Kong knew me for 24 years which is just a fraction of his long life. But to me that is my whole life up to this point. Little memories flood in my mind when I think of him. From his amazing food like Bánh Bột Chiên to a simple Chinese sausage and rice meal that I would share with him every month when my mom went to cut hair at his retirement home when I was a little kid. To his energy to be able to take public transport around town without knowing English well into his 80s! He’s one of the healthiest people I know. Another special memory that I will always remember was a car ride when I took him home at age 17. I may not remember every detail of the stories he told me but those 30-40 minutes will always be one of my fondest memories that I have of him. It gave me a deeper understanding of who A Kong is and what he went through to get to where he was. He expressed how he never got the opportunity to go to school as a kid. Yet I think A Kong has one of the most creative minds ever. That one on one time was so valuable to me and one that I will never forget. People come and go but A Kong will never be forgotten. I am grateful to have grown up with an A Kong in my life. Rest easy A Kong ❤️

One of the many trips to hardware stores to get supplies for DIY projects.

When Huong first introduced me to her father, we faced an immediate language barrier—he spoke no English, and I spoke no Vietnamese. Yet, the moment we met, he welcomed me by reaching out with both hands to shake mine. That simple, powerful gesture bridged the gap completely.

From that day on, every single time we met, he would radiate that same warmth, holding out both hands and saying, 'Hello, Michael.' He didn't need words to make me feel completely accepted and loved.

On his very last day, he raised his hand to me one final time. As I held it, I shook his hand for the last time and wished him a happy journey. I will forever carry the warmth of his welcome in my heart."

OBITUARY

Anh Phan Chuong

September 9, 1929 – July 12, 2026

Greenwood Memorial Park & Funeral Home

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