Xiaonan (Shawn) Wang Relation to Deceased: Friend A silent thought, a secret tear, Keeps your memory ever dear. In our hearts, you live still. -Shawn The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
The Paz family To the child we had not had the pleasure to meet, but would have liked to. We live a few blocks away and are parents to an only child – a son a few years older than you. Our prayers and thoughts are with you and your family. May you rest peacefully now with your mother and we wish your father God’s strength. The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Nina Wang I read that essay you wrote. It was beautiful. You’re right. There are some terrible people in the world, but there are countless more good people. It goes without saying that you belonged in the latter. You’re inspirational to me. Constantly reminding me of what’s important in life and how to celebrate the truly good. You make me want to be a better person, someone who would have deserved your compassion. Thank you. I’d like the memory of me to be a happy one, I’d like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done. I’d like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways, of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days. I’d like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun. Of happy memories that I leave when life is done.
Nina Roberts Henry, I remember the first time I saw you at the chorale concert. I hadn’t been wanting to go, but it meant a lot to my sister that I went. I remember sitting there quite passive-aggressively, when all of a sudden I heard you singing the male solo in “All I Ask of You”, and I turned my attention immediately. Not only did you sing beautifully, but passionately. None of the other soloists had such passion as you did. I also remember meeting you at the Tekins house (I am a good friend of Kadriye’s) and thinking about how polite and friendly you were. I would see you from time to time and you always had some lovely thing to say. Henry, you are sincerely beloved and missed. Bless you and your family.
michael q lin Relation to Deceased: brother i love u, always will, never will forget u, miss the sleepovers, the ddr, the yu gi oh from 5 years ago, i dont have a best friend who i can trust all my secret passwords to, ttyl As we look back over time We find ourselves wondering ….. Did we remember to thank you enough For all you have done for us? For all the times you were by our sides To help and support us ….. To celebrate our successes To understand our problems And accept our defeats? Or for teaching us by your example, The value of hard work, good judgement, Courage and integrity? We wonder if we ever thanked you For the sacrifices you made. To let us have the very best? And for the simple things Like laughter, smiles and times we shared? If we have forgotten to show our Gratitude enough for all the things you did, We’re thanking you now. And we are hoping you knew all along, How much you meant to us.
Leslie Marks Relation to Deceased: neighbor 162 Clovercrest Dr Henry, Though I did not know you personally as we were newly neighbors, I noticed the bounce in your step as you walked proudly to and from Twelve Corners and about the block exhibiting your independence as a teenager. The neighborhood will miss you. May the angels take you under their wings and guide you in your afterlife. I think no matter where you stray, That I shall go with you a way. Though you may wander sweeter lands, You will not forget my hands, Nor yet the way I held my head Nor the tremulous things I said. You will still see me, small and white And smiling, in the secret night, And feel my arms about you when The day comes fluttering back again. I think, no matter where you be, You’ll hold me in your memory And keep my image there without me, By telling later loves about me. Dorothy Parker
Judy White Relation to Deceased: Volunteer at Listening Post I met Henry last year at the Listening Post at Twelve Corners Middle School. Henry and I did many crafts together. I nicknamed him “Mr. Geometry” since he often used angles and geometric shapes in his projects. I remember him as a good natured young man who was fun to work with. I know he will be missed by all who knew him. My thoughts and prayers go to his family and friends. The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Heidi Ames Relation to Deceased: Aunt In loving memory of our dear Henry as the 3rd anniversary of his passing is approaching … Henry, Michael and I still love you, miss you EVERYDAY. Wish … could be different. Love love love … The following was my speech at Henry’s Memorial Service almost 3 years ago: On behalf of Henry’s family – father Ping, Grandma in Rochester, and the rest of family in China The Henry I was so privileged to Love July of 1994, Henry was born to Hong and Ping in Portland, Oregon. From day one, Henry received the profound love and care from his parents and two sets of grandparents. The family moved to Rochester when Henry was 4, from that point on Henry grew to be deeply rooted in this community with friends, teachers and students from Brighton school district. Henry was the best-natured child always bearing love, kindness and compassionate in his heart. Henry was the most generous and unselfish. Most kids would want to keep their favorite toys or snacks for themselves, but not Henry. Henry loved Yugeo cards – but he lent the few most rare cards to my son Michael. Days went by, then weeks went by when I noticed Michael still had them, I yelled at my son concerned that he was not playing fair. Then I remember Henry walked up to me and said “I just want you to know that I really really want Michael to continue to play with my cards. I am glad he can use my card to duel and win”. Henry loved to play Legos. Dad Ping bought him many fancy logos that he absolutely treasured. Guess what? Before long Henry moved his gigantic logo sets into his friend Yunus basement so Yunus could play with them whenever he wanted. Henry was a promising young man full of dreams and plans for his future. He wanted to be a scientist and researcher to find cure for cancer which was the cause for taking the life of his beloved mother Hong. This was much more than just talk. Henry was so looking forward to our plan to go through the college orientation at UOR this, so he could target his goal towards meeting all requirements. He was so sensitive and determined to make scientific contribution to mankind, as he himself put it. Henry was always full of questions and curiosities. Almost all of his conversations started with questions. He had the most complete comprehension systems as a 14 year old boy. He was a strong believer of kindness, high moral standard; had much curiosity on science, showed great interest in social issues and politics. Henry was a debater. Henry always had an opinion – most time strong and stubborn opinions. If you had disagreed with him on Al Gore’s “Global Warming” theory, he would debate you till you cover up your ears and ran out of the room, then would still follow you around with more of his facts and continue to make his point. Last spring I was serving breakfast to 6 sleep-over teenagers in our Webster home. Being the only adult around the table, I started the conversation about parents’ balance of trust and discipline on their children. Henry, the debater, led the group and fired at me. In fact he was the kids’ spokesman. If any other kids wanted to express something, they would whisper into Henry’s ears, then Henry would speak out on their behalf. All 6 kids giggled, cheered for Henry’s victories over me from time to time. After 2 and half hours of debate I gave up, walking away as the loser – but a happy loser, because deep down I was so proud of Henry my boy. I was so pleased to see what a fine young man he was turning into with strong power to stand up for what he believes in. Henry loved his parents. He regarded his mother as his hero and roll model. Losing her cancer over 2 years ago was so catastrophic for my baby Henry. He share with me his most profound love and emotions about his mother was just like what the lyrics in the song: You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas I am strong, when I am on your shoulders You raise me up, to more than I can be That’s exactly I feel the impact Henry has made on me too. Yesterday one of Henry’s teachers told me “I am now a better person because of Henry”. Yes, Henry taught us so many great things as well as lessons. Parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles, friends, neighbors – lets all love one another. Let’s cherish life and all the wonderful things in it. Don’t put off the things you want to do with your loved one, otherwise you will feel the tremendous regrets like what I feel now towards Henry. Henry left us too soon, too sudden. We did not get to hug him a good-bye. I believe more than ever in God’s love and HE has reunited Henry and his mom and has put Henry back into the warm love and care of Hong in heaven. On behalf of Ping and the family, I appreciate all the love and support from you all. Your being here today is very significant to Ping, because a hug from you represents our shared love and memories of Henry. I’d like to conclude with a poem dedicated to Henry by friend Nate Blasdell Could we wake him so that we could say good bye? Could we wake him so that we could hear his voice one last time Could he tell us everything we wanted to know Could he tell us that fate gave us back control Henry, my boy, Fly … fly away… fly to your mom in heaven. We will forever love you!!
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Xiaonan (Shawn) Wang Relation to Deceased: Friend A silent thought, a secret tear, Keeps your memory ever dear. In our hearts, you live still. -Shawn The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
The Paz family To the child we had not had the pleasure to meet, but would have liked to. We live a few blocks away and are parents to an only child – a son a few years older than you. Our prayers and thoughts are with you and your family. May you rest peacefully now with your mother and we wish your father God’s strength. The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Nina Wang I read that essay you wrote. It was beautiful. You’re right. There are some terrible people in the world, but there are countless more good people. It goes without saying that you belonged in the latter. You’re inspirational to me. Constantly reminding me of what’s important in life and how to celebrate the truly good. You make me want to be a better person, someone who would have deserved your compassion. Thank you. I’d like the memory of me to be a happy one, I’d like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done. I’d like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways, of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days. I’d like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun. Of happy memories that I leave when life is done.
Nina Roberts Henry, I remember the first time I saw you at the chorale concert. I hadn’t been wanting to go, but it meant a lot to my sister that I went. I remember sitting there quite passive-aggressively, when all of a sudden I heard you singing the male solo in “All I Ask of You”, and I turned my attention immediately. Not only did you sing beautifully, but passionately. None of the other soloists had such passion as you did. I also remember meeting you at the Tekins house (I am a good friend of Kadriye’s) and thinking about how polite and friendly you were. I would see you from time to time and you always had some lovely thing to say. Henry, you are sincerely beloved and missed. Bless you and your family.
michael q lin Relation to Deceased: brother i love u, always will, never will forget u, miss the sleepovers, the ddr, the yu gi oh from 5 years ago, i dont have a best friend who i can trust all my secret passwords to, ttyl As we look back over time We find ourselves wondering ….. Did we remember to thank you enough For all you have done for us? For all the times you were by our sides To help and support us ….. To celebrate our successes To understand our problems And accept our defeats? Or for teaching us by your example, The value of hard work, good judgement, Courage and integrity? We wonder if we ever thanked you For the sacrifices you made. To let us have the very best? And for the simple things Like laughter, smiles and times we shared? If we have forgotten to show our Gratitude enough for all the things you did, We’re thanking you now. And we are hoping you knew all along, How much you meant to us.
Leslie Marks Relation to Deceased: neighbor 162 Clovercrest Dr Henry, Though I did not know you personally as we were newly neighbors, I noticed the bounce in your step as you walked proudly to and from Twelve Corners and about the block exhibiting your independence as a teenager. The neighborhood will miss you. May the angels take you under their wings and guide you in your afterlife. I think no matter where you stray, That I shall go with you a way. Though you may wander sweeter lands, You will not forget my hands, Nor yet the way I held my head Nor the tremulous things I said. You will still see me, small and white And smiling, in the secret night, And feel my arms about you when The day comes fluttering back again. I think, no matter where you be, You’ll hold me in your memory And keep my image there without me, By telling later loves about me. Dorothy Parker
Judy White Relation to Deceased: Volunteer at Listening Post I met Henry last year at the Listening Post at Twelve Corners Middle School. Henry and I did many crafts together. I nicknamed him “Mr. Geometry” since he often used angles and geometric shapes in his projects. I remember him as a good natured young man who was fun to work with. I know he will be missed by all who knew him. My thoughts and prayers go to his family and friends. The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
Heidi Ames Relation to Deceased: Aunt In loving memory of our dear Henry as the 3rd anniversary of his passing is approaching … Henry, Michael and I still love you, miss you EVERYDAY. Wish … could be different. Love love love … The following was my speech at Henry’s Memorial Service almost 3 years ago: On behalf of Henry’s family – father Ping, Grandma in Rochester, and the rest of family in China The Henry I was so privileged to Love July of 1994, Henry was born to Hong and Ping in Portland, Oregon. From day one, Henry received the profound love and care from his parents and two sets of grandparents. The family moved to Rochester when Henry was 4, from that point on Henry grew to be deeply rooted in this community with friends, teachers and students from Brighton school district. Henry was the best-natured child always bearing love, kindness and compassionate in his heart. Henry was the most generous and unselfish. Most kids would want to keep their favorite toys or snacks for themselves, but not Henry. Henry loved Yugeo cards – but he lent the few most rare cards to my son Michael. Days went by, then weeks went by when I noticed Michael still had them, I yelled at my son concerned that he was not playing fair. Then I remember Henry walked up to me and said “I just want you to know that I really really want Michael to continue to play with my cards. I am glad he can use my card to duel and win”. Henry loved to play Legos. Dad Ping bought him many fancy logos that he absolutely treasured. Guess what? Before long Henry moved his gigantic logo sets into his friend Yunus basement so Yunus could play with them whenever he wanted. Henry was a promising young man full of dreams and plans for his future. He wanted to be a scientist and researcher to find cure for cancer which was the cause for taking the life of his beloved mother Hong. This was much more than just talk. Henry was so looking forward to our plan to go through the college orientation at UOR this, so he could target his goal towards meeting all requirements. He was so sensitive and determined to make scientific contribution to mankind, as he himself put it. Henry was always full of questions and curiosities. Almost all of his conversations started with questions. He had the most complete comprehension systems as a 14 year old boy. He was a strong believer of kindness, high moral standard; had much curiosity on science, showed great interest in social issues and politics. Henry was a debater. Henry always had an opinion – most time strong and stubborn opinions. If you had disagreed with him on Al Gore’s “Global Warming” theory, he would debate you till you cover up your ears and ran out of the room, then would still follow you around with more of his facts and continue to make his point. Last spring I was serving breakfast to 6 sleep-over teenagers in our Webster home. Being the only adult around the table, I started the conversation about parents’ balance of trust and discipline on their children. Henry, the debater, led the group and fired at me. In fact he was the kids’ spokesman. If any other kids wanted to express something, they would whisper into Henry’s ears, then Henry would speak out on their behalf. All 6 kids giggled, cheered for Henry’s victories over me from time to time. After 2 and half hours of debate I gave up, walking away as the loser – but a happy loser, because deep down I was so proud of Henry my boy. I was so pleased to see what a fine young man he was turning into with strong power to stand up for what he believes in. Henry loved his parents. He regarded his mother as his hero and roll model. Losing her cancer over 2 years ago was so catastrophic for my baby Henry. He share with me his most profound love and emotions about his mother was just like what the lyrics in the song: You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas I am strong, when I am on your shoulders You raise me up, to more than I can be That’s exactly I feel the impact Henry has made on me too. Yesterday one of Henry’s teachers told me “I am now a better person because of Henry”. Yes, Henry taught us so many great things as well as lessons. Parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles, friends, neighbors – lets all love one another. Let’s cherish life and all the wonderful things in it. Don’t put off the things you want to do with your loved one, otherwise you will feel the tremendous regrets like what I feel now towards Henry. Henry left us too soon, too sudden. We did not get to hug him a good-bye. I believe more than ever in God’s love and HE has reunited Henry and his mom and has put Henry back into the warm love and care of Hong in heaven. On behalf of Ping and the family, I appreciate all the love and support from you all. Your being here today is very significant to Ping, because a hug from you represents our shared love and memories of Henry. I’d like to conclude with a poem dedicated to Henry by friend Nate Blasdell Could we wake him so that we could say good bye? Could we wake him so that we could hear his voice one last time Could he tell us everything we wanted to know Could he tell us that fate gave us back control Henry, my boy, Fly … fly away… fly to your mom in heaven. We will forever love you!!