Kuo-Hsun Wang-Yen passed away on May 22, 2015 in Fort Worth, Texas. She was born in the City of Wuhan in Hubei province of China on December 28, 1921. She was the daughter of Dr. Mong-Kai Yen and Mrs. Fong-Wein Ghang.
In 1942, she married Chien-Hwa Wang, who later became a two-star General for President Chiang-Kai Shek of the Republic of China. She was a home-maker and enjoyed sewing, painting, and crafts. Her majestic elegance, kind nature and inspiring generosity endured her to friends and family alike. Her absence will be felt deeply by those who she leaves behind.
She lived her early years in China before emigrating to Taiwan. Later, she moved to the United States where she resided in Houston, Texas for many years. She spent her last years in Fort Worth, Texas. She was a devoted Buddhist.
Kuo-Hsun is predeceased by husband, Chien-Hwa Wang and brother, K. T. Yen.
She is survived by sons, Jeffrey Wang and wife, Jessica, and Vincent Wang; daughters, Molly Kuo and husband, James, C. C. Liu and husband, late Wuan Rong Liu, and Leslie Tan and husband, Andrew; grandchildren, Janice Kuo Hoppe and husband, Gavin, James Wang and wife, Cindy, Shirley Kuo Bui and husband, Dai, Mary Kuo Holley and husband, Aaron, Jeff Tan, Catherine Liu, Michael Liu, and Emily Kuo Hoang and husband, Trung; great grandchildren, Jack Hoppe, Mia Hoppe, Max Wang, Alex Wang, Maximus Bui, Mason Bui and Ethan Holley.
The visitation will be held on Friday, May 29, 2015 from 6:00 PM to 9:00 PM at Chapel of Eternal Peace Funeral Home. The funeral service will be held the following day, May 30, 2015, with 10:00 AM procession to the cemetery for a graveside service.
“Death is nothing at all. It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room;
Nothing has happened, everything remains exactly as it was;
I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name;
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone;
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was;
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all it ever meant; it is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an internal, somewhere very near, just round the corner.
All is well. "
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