À Montréal, le 26 avril, 2020, à l'âge de 90 ans est décédée Mme Joun, épouse de feu Lee Ki-Jae. Elle laisse dans le deuil ses enfants Jong-Hai (Song-Ho), Haisook (Pierre) et Kevin (Gemma), ses petits-enfants Sang-Hyup (Sun-Min), Eric (Helyna), Alexandre (Ariane) et Isabelle (Victor), ses arrière-petits-enfants Yoo-Ghum, Yoo-Jun et Juan, ses neveux et nièces ainsi que de nombreux parents et amis.
En raison des circonstances, le tout se déroulera dans l'intimité de la famille.
Témoignages à la mémoire de Joung Soon Joun
17 juin 2020
Quelle belle cérémonie. Merci pour les beaux témoignages et poème. De tout coeur avec vous dans cette célébration de la belle complicité tout en douceur que nous a léguée chère Halemony.
Yoo gee yoon
17 juin 2020
I miss you grandma. So sad that we had been far away from each other. I clearly remember your smile though. I will always miss you. Love, gee yoon
To my Halmony, I am so sad not to be there today and in your last moments with you. I love you so much, and will miss you always. I hope you can rest peacefully now, knowing how much we all love and cared for you. Thank you for filling my life with so much tenderness and love - Isabelle
17 juin 2020
Hi my Aunt, my kunumma
I love you so much~~!
Thank you for loving me so much and sorry not being with you~
Rest in Heaven
Thank mom.... we are the live well take care for us.
Please be happy with father in Heaven.
I love you forever.
Hi grandmother. i'm sang hyoub...
It seemed like yesterday that I lived in my house 10 years ago in Korea. As we left our side and went to heaven, i can't belive.
Here is a picture I took face to face with me.. I'll keep it forever!!
The day before my grandmother passed away, You came out in my dream and said, "hi sanghyoub a~~" and your voice is live.
Tears cover up, how you miss me so much because you came out.
Grandma ~~ I'm so sorry be with you way go to heaven. I will go to there see you with my childeren.
Beloved Grandson Sang-Hyoub (Sunmin, Yoogyum, Yoojun)
Hi mom, I miss you so much... I’d like to dedicate this poem to the memory of her: she always leaned to watch for us
anxious if we were late, in winter by the window, in summers by the gate. And though we mocked her tenderly who had such foolish care, the long way home would seem more safe because she waited there, and so I think that where she is, she must be watching yet waiting till we come home to her, anxious if we were late. Watching from heaven’s window leaning from heaven’s gate.
By Margaret Widdemer
Sorry not being with you when you left us. We will love you forever.
Rest In Peace