OBITUARY

Mrs. Hea-Soon Cheon

October 26, 1948June 7, 2014
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Arrangements under the direction of Jerrett Funeral Homes, Toronto, ON.

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  • Visitation Tuesday, June 10, 2014
  • Evening Service Tuesday, June 10, 2014
  • Funeral Service Wednesday, June 11, 2014

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July 2, 2014

Dear Gloria and Family: Our deepest condolences on the loss of your dear mother. Our prayers are with you as your journey through this most difficult time. Brenda and Kevin Murai and Family

Bertram Martin

June 16, 2014

Our deepest condolences and prayers to the Cheon Family and extended families, we are here for you and pray for understanding and His Grace,
Bertram, Asa, Jacob, Camillle Takizawa-Martin

Gloria Ushirode and Sophia Cheon

June 15, 2014

Thank you for helping us celebrate our mom's life today.

Mom was a Modern Korean Super Mom. After immigrating to Canada in 1975, she quickly mastered the English language, such that she was promoted to a managerial position at the Bank of Montreal in just a few years. But when Cheryl was born, she gave up her lucrative job so that she could be there for us even more. Mom spared no expense to ensure that we had rich life experiences, ranging from music and art lessons, camps, ballet, jazz dance, swimming, skiing and skating--- culminating in an all-expenses-paid 15-day trip to Europe for her girls in 1999.

When dad became a full-time pastor, mom spent many hours on ministering and social work within the church. She wanted to be better equipped to minister to people, so she enrolled in a sociology program at York University, and obtained her Bachelor of Arts degree in 2003 at the age of 55. She was a tireless volunteer within the community, and as a court-certified interpreter, quietly helped people she met through the court system. She was unparalleled in her integrity, compassion, and humbleness.

Mom was a Jane Fonda clone: she exercised at 5:30 every morning before going to work. Remember the Tae Bo workout with Billy Blanks? Well, she was Tae Bo's #1 fan. Mom also loved travelling the world with our dad and their friends, aka The Heavenly Tour Group. Monthly parties with her siblings and friends were also a highlight of her life.

When Multiple System Atrophy cruelly began stealing mom's independence about 8 years ago, dad took over her care despite pastoring full-time. He has shown my sisters and I what Christ's selfless love truly means. Even on the most difficult days, he asked God to bestow on him the strength to give Mom the best care possible. Even as mom deteriorated, he prayed continuously for her recovery and praised God for every day He gave her. With the help of relatives and friends, Dad even took her for experimental stem cell therapy in Beijing. Indeed, Dad left no stone unturned.

Through the long years of her final hardship, mom tried to have a ready smile for family and friends, and especially for her adored grandchildren Isabelle, James, Nathan and Luke. And despite the unrelenting course of her decline, her faith in God did not waver, and instead, grew deeper.

A few hours after midnight on June 7, 2014 at 65 years of age, our mom peacefully woke up in the loving presence of God, her parents, and her brother. For the first time in years, she took a few steps, and then, realizing she was free, started her eternal journey.

Thank you mom, for being a true model of Christian love, for your steadfast courage, and your everlasting love which lives on through your family and friends. Thank you for being our mom, wife, grandmother, sister, aunt, and friend. To all of you who have blessed us with your presence today, thank you on behalf of our parents for your countless visits, friendship, spiritual and physical nourishment, memories and most of all, your love.

Omma, with great sadness yet joy, we release you into the loving hands of our Heavenly Father. Omma, yours is a light that will always shine bright. As my children often say to me: Mom, we love you to infinity and beyond!

Omma, in only a blink of an eye we will meet again.

June 7, 2014

Gloria Ushirode and Sophia Cheon

June 15, 2014

June 7, 2014

Thank you for helping us celebrate our mom's life today.

Mom was a Modern Korean Super Mom. After immigrating to Canada in 1975, she quickly mastered the English language, such that she was promoted to a managerial position at the Bank of Montreal in just a few years. But when Cheryl was born, she gave up her lucrative job so that she could be there for us even more. Mom spared no expense to ensure that we had rich life experiences, ranging from music and art lessons, camps, ballet, jazz dance, swimming, skiing and skating--- culminating in an all-expenses-paid 15-day trip to Europe for her girls in 1999.

When dad became a full-time pastor, mom spent many hours on ministering and social work within the church. She wanted to be better equipped to minister to people, so she enrolled in a sociology program at York University, and obtained her Bachelor of Arts degree in 2003 at the age of 55. She was a tireless volunteer within the community, and as a court-certified interpreter, quietly helped people she met through the court system. She was unparalleled in her integrity, compassion, and humbleness.

Mom was a Jane Fonda clone: she exercised at 5:30 every morning before going to work. Remember the Tae Bo workout with Billy Blanks? Well, she was Tae Bo's #1 fan. Mom also loved travelling the world with our dad and their friends, aka The Heavenly Tour Group. Monthly parties with her siblings and friends were also a highlight of her life.

When Multiple System Atrophy cruelly began stealing mom's independence about 8 years ago, dad took over her care despite pastoring full-time. He has shown my sisters and I what Christ's selfless love truly means. Even on the most difficult days, he asked God to bestow on him the strength to give Mom the best care possible. Even as mom deteriorated, he prayed continuously for her recovery and praised God for every day He gave her. With the help of relatives and friends, Dad even took her for experimental stem cell therapy in Beijing. Indeed, Dad left no stone unturned.

Through the long years of her final hardship, mom tried to have a ready smile for family and friends, and especially for her adored grandchildren Isabelle, James, Nathan and Luke. And despite the unrelenting course of her decline, her faith in God did not waver, and instead, grew deeper.

A few hours after midnight on June 7, 2014 at 65 years of age, our mom peacefully woke up in the loving presence of God, her parents, and her brother. For the first time in years, she took a few steps, and then, realizing she was free, started her eternal journey.

Thank you mom, for being a true model of Christian love, for your steadfast courage, and your everlasting love which lives on through your family and friends. Thank you for being our mom, wife, grandmother, sister, aunt, and friend. To all of you who have blessed us with your presence today, thank you on behalf of our parents for your countless visits, friendship, spiritual and physical nourishment, memories and most of all, your love.

Omma, with great sadness yet joy, we release you into the loving hands of our Heavenly Father. Omma, yours is a light that will always shine bright. As my children often say to me: Mom, we love you to infinity and beyond!

Omma, in only a blink of an eye we will meet again.

Shauna Krajacich

June 15, 2014

Dear Cheon family,

I am deeply sorry for your loss. While I cannot find the exact words to express my condolences, please know that I am thinking of your family in this time of despair.

I will always remember Mrs. Cheon as a kind, unassuming woman who cared deeply about others. She is constantly regaled as an understanding, giving and loving mother by her three lovely daughters. Cheryl's beautiful account of her mother's life is a testament to that.

I remember Mrs.Cheon working hard in the kitchen making delicious Korean meals. I remember her picking up her daughter late at night to make sure she got home safely. I remember her hearing Cheryl's and my jokes and laughing at them no matter how ridiculous.

I also remember how resilient she was when faced with her illness. Her strength despite her circumstance is something I will never forget.

Although she is no longer with us in body, her spirit lives on strong and free.

With much love and sympathy for your great loss,

Shauna Krajacich

Cheryl Cheon

June 13, 2014

I thank God for honouring you and blessing us with a beautiful funeral service for you mom. The house was absolutely packed for you, bottom and balcony, so much so that even after they brought out all their extra chairs, people were left standing. You were truly the Proverbs 31 woman:

Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
29 “Many women do noble things,
but you surpass them all.”
30 Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
31 Honor her for all that her hands have done,
and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.

Eulogy for Hea-soon Cheon - June 10, 2014

My mom and I were inseparable from the moment I was born. She called me her Xerox photocopy because it was hard to tell where my mom ended and I began, having shared an infinity of moments, thoughts, conversations, inside jokes, laughter, and love. Everyone commented on how they'd never seen anyone as close as we were, how I was her special eggy.

I'd like to share with you all, a love letter to my mom:

To my dearest most bestest and cutest ommi in the whole world

When God wrote your story he made you exceptional from beginning to end. Your friends and family tell of how spectacularly beautiful you were growing up in Korea, how every head would turn to follow you down the street. You were something of a celebrity in Seoul, known for your tall, slim figure and incredible style. Your razor sharp mind and charm earned you an elite position at Korea's top bank when you were barely out of your teens, and you saved your lunch money to get custom tailored suits, or clothes imported from Paris when doing so was unheard of in Korea. A few weeks ago, I ran into a colleague who met you when you were a court interpreter, just before you got sick in 2007, and she remembered you as the “beautiful one, with amazing style, better dressed than even the lawyers.” I never told you this because I thought it might hurt you to remember the old days, to be reminded of how the illness had ravaged your body, but I want to tell you now, again and again how incredibly beautiful you are.

But your extraordinary beauty and style cant compare to the utter and complete loveliness of who you were. You were the most intelligent, diligent, hard-working and competent woman I've ever known. You immigrated to Canada and immediately mastered the English Language. You took a lowly position at a bank doing night shifts nobody wanted, and forged a meteoric rise to a management position – unheard of for an ESL immigrant in those days. At every stage of your life, people who met you could not help but notice that you were special. Later you would open your own businesses, get a bachelor's degree at York U at 53, become certified as an interpreter for courts and the Canadian government, all while being a full time pastor's wife and raising a family. You worked hard to stay fit. Before you got sick you would wake at dawn to exercise, make the family breakfast and lunch, drag me kicking and screaming out of bed to get ready for school, run to various courts to interpret all day, come home to make us dinner, make the house spotless, go to church meetings, and rush off to the airport to interpret for immigration Canada, sometimes to 4 or 5 in the morning. You did this all for us, to provide nice things we couldn't afford, to fund our education. Many days, you wouldn't have time to sleep or take care of yourself, but still found the time to quietly help others whether it be at homeless shelters, interpreting for strangers you met through work, donating money, or visiting the sick – I remember countless times when I saw you, exhausted from working three jobs and raising us – heading out to help people in need, and you told me it was because you wanted them to see Christ in you, that through you, they might come to know God. Then you would come home in the wee hours and do it all over again. Everything you did, you did to the best of your abilities, and ommi your abilities were out of this world. We never told you, but we got many calls from lawyers, courts, and immigration Canada trying to book you after you got sick, we even had some this year, a full eight years after you were unable to work. When we would explain that you had retired, not telling them about your illness, they wouldn't take no for an answer, they'd beg for you to just take one last job, exclaiming that you were simply the best, the most professional, competent, and nicest interpreter they had ever seen. Your friends and relatives tell of how you were secretly admired by every person you met, because you were the complete package: beautiful, sharp, capable, diligent, and kind. Ommi, God made you a star, and your wish came true, you truly shone to glorify Him.

But even all this isn't what I loved most about you ommi. It was your fountain of self-sacrificial love. Even though you rose at dawn and worked tirelessly to provide for us and help others, you somehow found the time to love us better, support us better, be there for us better than anyone I have ever known. From the day you left your lucrative position at the bank on your first day back from mat leave, simply because my babysitter told you I was sad from missing you and couldn't eat my lunch, and you said this broke your heart, through the days driving me and my friends home from the club at 4 am after working all day and night, or driving to see me in Kingston because I had a bad day, to all the talks, hugs, notes, inside jokes, affirmations, and your hilarious cuteness, you were tireless in giving of yourself. We were so loved by you ommi, because like everything you did, you loved us with everything you had.

I didn't deserve you ommi, because sometimes I was tempermental and hurtful, but you never retaliated. You simply bathed me in your waterfall of massive, unconditional, love in that, humble, sweet way you had. If I said something hurtful in a fight, your only retort would be: “I love you, my darling sweet eggy, I love you.” You were too gentle, too kind, good and selfless for this world.

When you started to get sick, it was devastating to see you be forced to stop being you. Your gentle, adorable, hilarious, beautiful mind was trapped in a body that was slowly becoming paralyzed, and each day you woke to find your body progressively failing. It broke me, ommi to see you suffering like that, to watch helplessly as your dignity was stripped away, day by day for eight long years.

Sometimes I was angry at God, for letting you get sick. But ommi you raised us to love God, to trust Jesus as our Lord and savior, and yesterday I found a letter you had written on New years eve 1999 in the church sanctuary where you prayed:

“My God, please give our children peace and joy, please help them to feel your presence in their lives and have mercy on them. Bless them so that they may glorify you. Bless our children so that we live lives witnessing you. Help our family to serve you in the must humble way. We love you Lord. Omma”

So Ommi, though I still don't understand why God chose to let you walk this path of suffering, He reminded me of the many ways in which he carried you and our family through it. First, by not letting the fire of suffering shipwreck your faith. He held on to you til the end so that you were able to keep your faith even when every last one of your incredible abilities had been taken from you. Second, by blessing you with Your husband, our dear father, abba. He showed all of us how much he loved you, the kind of supernatural, unconditional love that honored the wedding vows you made before the Lord. When the doctors told dad that the strain of caregiving had given him serious nerve and back damage, when his legs started to burn 24 hours a day as if they were on fire, when he was told he would lose the ability to walk if he continued to care for you, many urged him to put you in a home or get a nurse, but dad loved you too much. And so for eight years he lifted, changed, fed, washed, and groomed you. He cooked, cleaned, laundered, and prepared complicated health soups and teas for you. He even brought the little comb he kept in his pocket for brushing your bangs just the way you like them, here today, thinking only of you even now. And above all, he loved you, staying by your side from dawn to dawn, leaving the house only for doctor's appointments or to try to find you a treat that might make you happy. Your friends and family tell us that for a man to care for his wife like this in Korean culture, is unheard of. And yet, when you passed, all he could say was I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. He told us that his greatest fear was that something would happen to him which would make him unable to be there for you. On the days when he couldn't walk from the pain, he begged God to give him just a little more time so that he could care for you. That is how purely and deeply you were loved ommi.

So Ommi, though my heart has been torn asunder, I will praise our God today, for making you so thoroughly lovely, so singularly wonderful, for blessing us with the privilege of being loved by you, for giving us comfort that all of your suffering is now but a distant memory, because you are home with our Lord and Savior Jesus, and you are tae-bo-ing through the streets of heaven.

Ommi, you were more than my best friend and the bestest
mom in the whole universe, you were the great love of my life. Don't wait up for me ommi, I'll be home soon.

sheliza Dawood

June 11, 2014

Dear Cheon family, I really wish I could t find the perfect words to say that will bring you some solace, but I'm at such a loss. Mrs. Cheon was such a wonderful wife mother and friend to everyone around her. I remember she was the first person to cook Korean food for me and I still remember her delicious karibi. I can even picture her in the backyard cooking on the porch in the dead of winter because she didn't want the smell to stink up the house.

Keep her memory alive, talk about her at any moment and continue to pray. We are all here for you.

Love always,
Nahid Sheliza and Ayla Dawood

Nigel Stewart

June 10, 2014

"You are near, even if I don't see you. You are near me, even if you are far away. You are in my heart, in my thoughts, in my life. Always."
- unknown author

At this time, I struggle to find the right combination of words that can bring your hearts some peace, and solace, even if only for a moment. I cannot.

We are so very sorry for the great loss of your dearest mother. The words penned by the unknown author is to remind us all that we will again see our loved ones who have gone on before us. Even though their physical body is gone, their spirit, laughter, and smile, will forever live on in our memories forever.

Sincerest condolences from our family to yours...

God Bless.

Mina Chana

June 10, 2014

Dear Gloria and Cheon Family,

We are so sorry for your loss. Mrs. Cheon was such a wonderful person. Our thoughts and prayers are with you in your time of grief.

Love, Mina and Pritam

FROM THE FAMILY