Yuk Yeung Obituary

Norwich - Yuk "John" Yeung, 47, of Norwich, passed away peacefully Saturday night, March 10, 2007 at the William W. Backus Hospital in Norwich.

He was born in Hong Kong on Sept. 29, 1959 the son of Yuk Sun Yeung of New York City and the late Mr. Tim Sau Yeung.

John volunteered to work for the Tai Look Association as a book-keeper in N.Y.C. in the 70's and 80's, which he enjoyed very much. John moved to Connecticut with his family in 1992 when he worked for Foxwoods Casino as a day one dual-rate. John worked for Foxwoods Casino from 1992 to 2005. He was separated from Foxwoods Casino because of his health conditions.

Mr. Yeung was married to Irene N. Yeung in 1981 and has two sons.

John is survived by his mother Yuk Sun Yeung; his two sons, Eric Yeung and Randy Yeung; a grandson, Jordan A. Yeung; by his brother-in-law, Jimmy Eng; his sister-in-law, Mabel NG; his two brothers, Michael Yeung and Christopher and his wife Vicky Yeung; a sister, Suey Lan Yeung Ng and her husband Kenny Ng; and fifteen nephews and nieces.

He was predeceased by his father, Tim Sau Yeung, a sister, Teresa Yeung Eng and a brother, Edward Yeung.

Calling hours will be held on Friday from 12 to 2 p.m. at the Cummings-Gagne Funeral Home, 82 Cliff St., Norwich, where the funeral service will be held at 2 p.m. on Friday. Burial will follow in Maplewood Cemetery in Norwich.

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Published by The Day on Mar. 13, 2007.

Memories and Condolences
for Yuk Yeung

4 Entries

John Greene

March 17, 2007

My condelences and prayers go out to you and your family for this tragic loss.

David & Glory Guaba - Lopez

March 14, 2007

Irene and family:
Our thoughts and prayers are with you in this time of sorrow and may God help you find peace and comfort during this difficult time.
Your friends from work.

Joann Kerr

March 13, 2007

To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...
but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you."

It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
I need you here badly; you're part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man."

God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years
because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.

I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.

There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too...
that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain,
then you can say to God at night......"My day was not in vain."
And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile,
knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.

So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,
just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.

And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free,
remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me.

Ruth Ann Mahaffey (author)
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