LEE, Kim Joe, age 98 yrs., passed away peacefully on May 9, 2012. Beloved husband of Kwok Yuet Po Lee. Devoted father of Yee Nor Wu and late husband To Tak Wu, Joyce Mah and husband Keith Mah, daughter-in-law Barbara Y.T. Lee and late husband Ging S. Lee, Warren Lee and wife Carol Ng-Lee. Loving grandfather of Eric Lee and wife Mary, David Lee and wife Rachel, Jadzia Lee, Tatum Lee, Simon Wu and wife Laurie, Sai Ming Wu, Sai Keung Wu and wife Tina, Sai Gene Wu, Leon Mah and wife Karen, Michael Mah, Allan Mah and wife Noelle. Cherished great grandfather of eleven great grandchildren. Loving brother of Wai Ying Lee and family. Also survived by seven nieces and nephews. Relatives and friends are respectfully invited to attend visiting hours on Friday, May 18, from 6 – 9 PM at Boston Harborside Home of JS Waterman-Langone, 580 Commercial St., Boston, MA 02109. Funeral from Waterman’s on Saturday, May 19, from 10AM-Noon before leaving in procession and then burial at Forest Hills Cemetery, Boston. Parking on Commercial Street with attendants. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the South Cove Nursing Facilities Foundation, Inc., 120 Shawmut Avenue, Boston, MA 02118 in Kim Joe Lee’s memory.
Eulogy by Warren Lee:
My father was an example of self control and self reliance.
He stopped smoking cold turkey before there were nicotine patches.
He was the owner of a laundry in Hyde Park. It was not his occupation of choice. But, like his contemporaries at the time, nothing else was available.
So, my father was determined to make his business successful and provide for his family by working long hours and living at the laundry.
He also had a knack for mechanical things. I remember the times that he spents fixing the mysterious boiler in the creepy old basement.
I learned independence early at the laundry. I'd go to by Stop and Shop for drinks on hot summer days, riding along Truman Highway on my bike before
there were child labor and safety laws. I even went to Chinatown on the bus and train by myself when I was only 5 or 6 years old. I scared the heck
out of my parents' friends when they learned that I had come by myself. Later, I was minding the laundry business whenever my parents had to be away.
Family loyalty and compassion were always on the top of his list. He would send my teenage brother to New York City to help take care of my uncle's
laundry whenever one of my cousins was born. Similarly, helping out my sisters, aunt and relatives whenever the need arose.
On Sundays, when the laundry was closed, my dad would spend time at the Lee Family Association. He was a dedicated member and officer of the
association. He served on various capacities including the fund-raising committee for 10 Tyler Street. He helped a lot of people through the
years and he got much in return.
His reverence for those that came before us, his thoroughness and value of a deal had been learned well by my brother, Ging and passed on to
his sons Eric and David.
Dad wasn't the emotional guy and I'm sure it made him uncomfortable every time I said it.
But, I'm proud to say I'm a laundry man's son.
I love you dad.
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