This page is dedicated to my beloved brother, Tom Fu-Chiu Wang, who died of lung cancer at age of 62, at his Rancho Cucamonga home in Southern California,  on May 13, 2006.  A collection of “In Memory of Tom Fu-Chiu Wang” was published.  Here are the copies of cover page and eulogies from his sons, Donny and Jacky.  Thank you for your visit. 


Eulogy for My Father, Tom Fu-Chiu Wang

May 26, 2006

On behalf of my family, I want to thank everyone for coming here today to remember my father, Tom Fu-Chiu Wang.

Two years ago, my father was diagnosed with lung cancer.  During the last couple of years, as we’ve all dealt with his illness in our own ways, I started to think more about my relationship with him and what aspects of me that comes from him.  It was during this time that I found out the most about who my father was and I like to share that with you.

Tom Fu-Chiu Wang was born on March 6, 1944 in Kaohsiung City, Taiwan.  Early in his infancy, he suffered a severe fever that nearly took his life.  With the effects of World War II taking its toll, he was unable to receive proper medical attention and was almost given up for dead.  However, he showed great resiliency and miraculously pulled through the illness and survived.  His strong will to live was a trademark that served him throughout his life.

Being the eldest son of the family, my father helped his father in managing the construction business and later the Shin-Shing Company that manufactured nylon threads and ropes for use in fishing nets. He also served two years in the military on Jin-Men Island off the coast of Taiwan.  Under the guidance of his supervisors, he spent his spare time self-educating himself.  By the time he was honorably discharged, his reading and writing proficiency had improved tremendously and he gained a renewed self-confidence in himself.  He became very dedicated to the sport of track and field, participating in a number of events in Taiwan.  He was honored by his peers by being elected to be the flag bearer in the opening ceremony of a major track and field event in Taiwan.

My father married my mother, Susan, in 1970 and our family immigrated to the United States in 1977.  We lived in central California in a small town called Marina before finally settling in Rancho Cucamonga. I can remember dreading the move to the United States from Taiwan because I didn’t want to leave my childhood friends behind.  Looking back, I am glad my parents made the decision to come over here, giving us the opportunities that we couldn’t receive in Taiwan.

My father was a meticulous man and a perfectionist.  That attribute was visible in his devotion to his coin collection.  His comprehensive knowledge of all the coins he collected was simply amazing.   He knew every detail and historical relevance of each coin he collected and had them organized neatly.  He imparted that characteristic to me.  I find that in my daily tasks at home and at work, I review my work with a fine toothed comb, making sure every aspect is covered and done correctly.

People will also have no trouble seeing that I’ve inherited my father’s packrat tendencies.  Certain parts of our house are packed to the ceiling with nostalgic items that he doesn’t let go.  I was surprised to see some of his manuscripts he wrote about us when he was back in Taiwan.  I share that same trait as I hardly let any personal items of mine get thrown away.

By far, the most enduring quality that I see in me which comes from him is his diligent and hard-working dedication.  Never have I seen someone worked so hard to provide for his family.  He had no formal education but he worked with great devotion as a self-employed businessman to ensure his family’s well being.  He also made sure that his sons had the best opportunity to pursue higher education for ourselves.

My father was very proud of my caring mom, especially during these last few years.  She stood by his side throughout his illness.  Although not given to public expression of affection or love, what I finally saw in my father’s eyes in the past few months was how much he cared for my mom, my brother, and me.  His strong will to live allowed him to live two fulfilling years after he was diagnosed with terminal cancer.  He passed away on May 13, 2006.  We will always remember him for what he had given to us.  He will be in our memory and be a part of us forever.

We sincerely thank each and everyone of you for your kind thoughts and expressions of sympathy during this time.  Thank you.

 Donny P. Wang


Forever In My Memory

May 26, 2006

Often times, you hear people say that when they grow up, they do not want to be like their parents.  I’m sure this statement is attributable to a perception of being treated unfairly or without reason.  Admittedly, I was one of those people. 

Growing up in a different country from that of my father’s, I had a difficult time relating to my father.  As a child, I never seemed to quite understand the reasoning or justification behind my father’s actions.  I only saw how his actions affected me and the then and now.  I never considered the possibility of his actions benefiting his family as a whole or preparing us for the future.

However, as I became older and inherited more responsibilities, I gained a better understanding of my father’s actions.  Words like honor, dedication, planning and perseverance took on a different meaning.  These were no longer words on a sheet of paper, but were qualities my father possessed and which characterized his commitment to his family and his career. 

Before, I could never understand how people could choose their parents as role models.  Often times, a famous actor, actress or athlete would be selected.  However, I realize that with each passing day, I am becoming more like my father.  I see myself becoming more like my father.  I see myself developing qualities and attributes that my father possessed his entire life.  Indeed, while I may not have always known it, my father has always been my role model.

As with each person, part of who they are comes from their parents.  For myself, I was fortunate enough to have the father I had.  My father taught me to always strive for the best and finish what you start.  These are words I will live by for the rest of the days of my life.

My father will always be in my mind and in my heart.  He will forever be in my memory.

Jacky P. Wang

It is not the length of life, but depth of life. – Ralph Waldo Emerson


When the Buddha was about to pass away,

he said to his followers:

“This worldly life is transitory;

separation is inevitable;

and nothing is permanent.

The time to go has come,

I must be on my way.”

The Great Buddha’s teachings and his virtuous actions help us

remove the sufferings, conquer the illusions,

attain the liberation and we are on the path to enlightenment.


 Buddhist Master Sheng -Yen  said to us about “the loss of a loved one”:





We are all mortal and subject to the same vicissitudes of

Aging, chance and ill health.

There is always a place for miracles in everyone’s life.


The sum of your joy, success and happiness

is smaller than

the sum of aging, sickness and death.

So, don’t forget your spiritual life.


For we are all mortal as long as

we fear death;

but we become immortal as soon as

we give ourselves over to

the eternal rhythm of the universe in which we live.


At birth we bring nothing with us;

At death we take nothing away.


“Be still and know.  Accept, let go and grow.”


“Take one step at a time, no more, or less.”


Tom and his family: