Happy Birthday to a great human being. We miss you! 

Dear, beloved brother! Your big heart, generous, cheerful soul and caring love to all around you will be missed forever.

Peter, we hold you close in our hearts and remember you with much love.

Another birthday to celebrate your life. You brought so much joy and laughter to those around you. Happy Birthday, dear friend.

Peter , you are always in my heart & prayers

Peter, you are forever missed by many who love you.

That’s exactly what he was “a generous heart and a considerate soul …. always put others before him” (from the above tribute)., Forever loved!

To the best brother one can ever had, Happy Birthday!

Happy, happy birthday, our dear friend!

Kathy and Willie.

Miss you, as always.

Kathy and Willie

Happy Birthday, my dearest brother, miss you forever!

Happy birthday to a special and forever missed friend.

Kathy and Willie

Peter, You are in my thoughts & always in my heart.  I love you and I miss you . 

Thank you for being such a wonderful dad. I miss you as always.

You are the best brother one can ever ask for! Love you and miss you!

Dear Peter,

We miss you. We miss your great laugh and big smile. We miss your kind heart and sweet soul. We are thankful to have been your friends. Forever friends.
Kathy and Willie

Happy Birthday, sweet and funny friend. You are “forever missed.”
Kathy and Willie

Dearest Peter,
We think of you often and always with a smile. We speak of you with much love. We miss you.
Kathy and Willie

Miss you as always, my most favourite, admirable brother!
Your little sister, 妹妹

Happy birthday, dearest friend.
Kathy and Willie

Peter, anytime I speak of you or relate a story that involved you, I find myself always smiling, and usually laughing. You had a wonderful sense of humor and brought a lot of laughter with you wherever you went. We surely miss you.
Kathy and Willie

My dearest brother, hope you know that your boy is an interventional radiologist now and you have a cute, lovely, 1 year old granddaughter. We are all very proud of them. Love you and miss you as always.

Dearest Peter,
" Always "
" I'll be loving you, always ...
  with a love that's true, always ...."
Your wife,
Monica

Great to know we have some time together.
We miss you and your family,

It is so hard to believe it has been two years. Peter remains here at the laboratory in spirit, he has never really left us. I can hear his deep voice singing Elvis as if he were standing next to me. His physical presence is missed, but a man with such strong presence and kindness will never be gone as long as we are kind to each other. I love you friend!

Peter, still remember your kindness, cheerfulness and your love. I am proud to be your sister. Miss you, love you, wish we could have more time together ...

Looking at that photo of you two by the fence in front of the water in Irvine reminds me of the day Peter gave my brother-in-law Ted and us a tour of beautiful Irvine and had us to your house for ice cream served by Mona's mother. He was so generous and hospitable thanking us for the time in Hawaii, which was not expected.

My dearest brother, I miss you and I forever will!

Dearest Peter,

Happy Birthday to you today.I miss you so much. Sending Birthday wishes to you in heaven dear friend. Emilia Frankel

Dear Peter,

Happy Birthday! Willie and I always made a point of calling you on your special day. I wish I could talk to you today. We miss you, dear friend.

How time flies and you are gone for another year.

Peter and I worked at two different CBP Labs - he was in L.A. and I am in San Francisco. We shared many phone calls and training trips together for more than two decades. Fun times. I was lucky enough to have one last, wonderful phone call with him a month ago. He sounded amazingly strong and didn't show an ounce of bitterness. I admire Peter's thoughtfulness, courage, humor, and incredibly brilliant mind. I will never forget him. Rest in peace, my friend.

Immediately after Peter’s memorial, my husband and I headed to renowned artist Chris Ho’s to pick up his painting to display for our annual AACBP Show in the Huntington Beach Central Library in October, where in the past Peter brought Mona’s horse and calligraphy works. My white husband started to explain where we’d just come from, and I whose family came to the U. S. from mid-nineteenth century Canton bringing the customs of the time, tried to hush him for fear of bad luck, or at least impropriety as Chris and his wife were within the hour headed to the airport for a long-awaited joyful trip to China. But as Chris reminds me, he’s not superstitious. Instead he was at once struck with the news and compassionate asking us to please convey his respect to honor Peter whom he also knew as the textile scientist for the government and moreover as Alex’s father and Mona’s husband. To my surprise, Chris told me he taught Alex Chinese painting in a class for youth in Irvine and knew Alex was now a physician. Of course I was aware Mona was my fellow student in Mr. Ho’s large class. One who in fact weekly brought a carload of eager students from Irvine to Laguna Woods for the Saddleback Emeritus class, where I recall perhaps first meeting Peter accompanying Mona. But I did not know Peter’s impact. I was remiss in notifying our circle. Peter’s presence cast a good wide net. And we are thankful and better for having known him.

For Chris Ho, Artist

I worked with Peter in the Los Angeles Laboratory. He was a wonderful mentor, teacher, and leader. We talked, we laughed, he critiqued, and we learned! I feel very blessed to have known Peter and very privileged to have worked under him. He will be missed! Rest in peace Peter.

I worked with Peter in the Los Angeles Laboratory. He was a wonderful mentor, teacher, and leader. We talked, we laughed, he critiqued, and we learned! I feel very blessed to have known Peter and very privileged to have worked under him. He will be missed! Rest in peace Peter.

Uncle 5, as I call him, is always a cheerful person in my mind. My earliest memory about Uncle 5 is what Simon has said. Those colorful tape are never used in the end.  My interaction with Uncle 5 does not increase until I start working in US. 

Since I live in Colorado, I almost pass thru LA everytime I went back to Hong Kong.  For varies reason, flight delay, or just stopping over, Uncle 5 and Aunt 5 always invite me to visit them.  The Dim Sum lunch.  The time where I have to take a shower in their friend's place. The time we went to check out some painting.  The time me and Simon visited him when angela was still a baby. The walk we had around the lake near his place.

Uncle 5 gave me a phone call last month since I had a leg injury. Although the leg injury is the topic of the conversation, we did talk a bit about life in general.  A bit more detail than our other conversation.  As much as I sense the unusual nature of it. Subconsciously, I don't want to acknowledge it.

Uncle 5, ever the fighter, the optimist and a caring person. Thank you and memories with you will stay with me.

My first memory of uncle Five (五叔) occurred many years ago when I was still a young boy. An uncle from the country USA, he visited my family in Hong Kong. I remember he brought gift, a special coin for my brother. A few rolls of used colored tape, if my memory serves me right, was for me. For my brother and I, those were treasures.
I did not have a chance to know Uncle Five as a person until I started my first job in San Diego. He invited his nephew to his house during thanksgiving and Christmas, and treated me with kindness and respect. Uncle Five has a special charisma of relating to people. This fabulous personality likely stems from his genuine love of others, and also his true acceptance of who he is. The former allows him to care for people around him, with both words and actions. The later enables him to share his experiences and stories, freely with joy. Proud moments called for celebration and triumph. Humble lessons were passed on for the benefit of his nephew. I asked him to write down his legacy. I don't know if he ever did.
Uncle Five is special as he and I share a common faith for Jesus Christ. We not only prayed together as he battled the illness, we also discussed about our hope in a medically desperate situation. He agreed that he will go to heaven and meet God, but he also must continue to fight, because he must fight for those who so deeply love him. He must give hope to those who care about him.
五叔, our encounter is brief but colorful. We will be temporarily apart, but I will see you again in heaven. We will pick up our unfinished thoughts at that time. We will celebrate again at that time.
Love,
Simon 世民

Before I saw Peter only briefly helping bring Mona’s beautiful paintings into our American Artists of Chinese Brush Painting shows. Then in the summer of 2011 they took us up on an offer to meet us, making a getaway weekend to the island of Hawaii. When they arrived with a twinkle in their eyes, like two kids absent from school without permission, they told us if they couldn’t get standby seats to Kona, Peter had a day off, so they would have tried for a plane to South East Asia, anywhere. We were honored to have them in the ground floor bedroom of our resort vacation townhouse. Next morning, we saw 69 Beach through fresh eyes as Peter kept saying how special we had the strand all to ourselves, and then without hesitation he donned proffered snorkel and mask, dived into the ocean and swam all the way to and around a little rock island in the sea later recalling how the colorful tropical fish and turtle reminded him of the Caribbean. That afternoon at the cowboy parade they found the viewing point right in front of the general store by the very announcer where his wife eyed and waved to the shy little children on the floats in the small hometown event. Peter was patient. In spite of the brevity of their weekend, Peter and Mona calmly waited more than once while my son and daughter-in-law’s new baby napped or nursed before we could adventure out. On the one hike to see true native Hawaiian (not tropical) forest, he kept pointing out interesting unique features. He was so appreciative of nature. Many a time I heard how for years Peter would fly cross country to on weekends to court Mona and after marriage to mow the lawn, so this weekend flying was not new for them. He was a dedicated loving family man. And he loved Mona so much. Asked whether he was bored when we took them to see the Chinese art on the Hilton grounds, Peter said he had joy in Mona’s delight. Seeing the museum pieces he told us of attending a work conference in the South, Texas?, and happening to see what he suggested might be, ancient art from China which led to the recovery and return of priceless antiquities. He could not have been more generous. Though we shared expenses, to thank us, he took us out for Chinese dim sum in Hawaii where he recounted Mona’s family story rekindled by the luxurious surroundings. Then again back home in Irvine where they hosted my family and my brother-in-law Ted who’d travelled with us, Peter showed us inside Irvine and welcomed us to their wonderful home where he was so happy to tell us Mona’s mother’s age and that amazingly she was still serving us ice cream. Peter was in remission then. When his cancer returned, for Mona’s peace of mind, he asked my husband to drive them to his second opinion at the City of Hope. He also hoped to get well to go back to Hawaii. An opportunity missed. We were fortunate to have known Peter. 

Denny Konshak and Dorothy Yim

We knew each other since our primary school days in SJA. You were an outdoor type of person. With Christopher Fok and others, we often went camping together. We parted our ways after graduating from VTS and you continued to study textile in HKTC. Afterwards, you moved to US. We did not meet each other until we visited you in Irvine some ten years ago and you drove us to visit Tony Tam. 
I was shocked when I heard from you in late July this year about your recurring nasal cancer and you were very brave to talk about it. I know you love your family very much.
Peter, we miss you. I am grateful to have a friend like you.

Peter and I were good friends since 1960, when we went to VTS together (grade 7, 1st year of secondary school in HK). He and I sat on the same bench (we have fixed seat assignment of 3 students on a long bench, I had the middle seat, and he sat on my left) for the first two years of our school life, six hours a day, five days a week. We lived just one block from each other. During lunch break everyday, he and I and Alfred would "race" each other to the bus stop 400 yards away to catch the bus to go home for lunch. He won every time of course, being a good runner himself.
 I often went to his home to play. I still remember his 4th brother ShuFun taught us to play contract bridge. He also managed to let me borrow his new Sony 4-track stereo audio tape recorder, so that I could duplicate our favourite songs from his to mine. At one time I had a serious fever and I could not go to school, and he was the first one to come over to visit me by my bed side. We often went after school to the inner track of a race course close by together with Christopher Fok and William Woo, Alfred Ma and a few others. Sometimes we ran around the course (1 round = approx 1400 meters), and sometimes we just played plastic ball soccer, using make shift goals and imaginary boundary lines formed by our school bags. We had to watch out for the park attendants because we were not allowed to be on the grass other than walking. When the attendant showed up, we just stopped and waited for him to go away, then we continued!
 After secondary school graduation I went onto matriculation and eventually HKU and he went to HKTC (Polytechnic). We kept in touch with each other though we were in different schools. In the summer of 1967, my first year in HKU, I dragged him along to a volunteer week long summer work camp to build a concrete wall along a stream in Aberdeen. His cheerful personality and helping attitude had won him a lot of friendship amongst the campers. I still have one photo of him holding two pieces of 4x4 as he helped to unload them from the roadside. I'll upload it to the gallery.
 We lost contact with each other after he went to Carolina. I also immigrated to Los Angeles in 1981. Several years after I bought my house in Hawthorne, I got a knock on my door one evening. Outside, there stood Peter! What a surprise! He told me that we was not even sure, but he somewhat got my address and he just gave it a try. That was when he first joined the US Custom Department, and he was just renting a room in Torrance. His home was still in Raleigh and he was commuting every weekend back home to see Monica and Alex. I also met Peter's mother when she was visiting, and she even taught my wife how to use some fancy strings to create classic Chinese art patterns.
 After he settled in Irvine, he told me one evening that his 36-inch Sony TV had a problem. I volunteered to take a look, and eventually got it fixed - for another week's of service, oh well so much for the "fix".
 We continued to see each other until one day he said that he had nose cancer. I was shocked, but eventually he recovered, and even had a few more years of fabulous career life after that. Three years ago, he told me that he would have a family cruise in Denmark that summer. Later he told me again that he had to cancel that trip on the eve of going, as his checkup revealed that his cancer had suddenly reappeared. Hope and disappointment followed after that, but he just hanged on. I called him up on 7/25/2014 and he said he was not doing too well. I offered to visit him the next day, but he said he would go to San Francisco to see Alex the next morning. He also said that might be his last farewell to me. I was afraid of calling him again after that, for fear of hearing the final bad news. Well, that conversation was his farewell to me!
 Peter, we miss you and your family.

I remember the day that Peter and I met. We both were hired in 1990. I have so many fond memories of Peter. He was an exceptional man of character and integrity. His wealth of knowledge was an assist to the textile team and the laboratory. I feel blessed to have had the opportunity to be an analyst on his team. I learned so much from him, especially on how to approach complex and challenging samples. He always knew how to bring out the best in all of us. He was also our shield. His cheerful disposition and optimistic demeanor brought so much joy to our laboratory. Peter was not only my team leader, he was my mentor and friend. He will be greatly missed and will be forever remembered in our hearts.

It is an honour and blessing to pay tribute to a man who is not just my brother-in-law, he is my good friend, true friend and someone I have shared the joy and love in the past years.
I first met Peter in 1978 Christmas in North Carolina. We had a good time driving to Florida and the Disney World. Even though that was a short gathering, I knew he would be my good friend because of his nice personality.
Peter enjoyed nature. Last summer, Peter, Monica, Edith and I spent time in Banff, Lake Louise and Jasper in Canada. We walked a lot and enjoyed the sound of the falls in the wild. We spent evenings singing, chatting, watching TV and talking about the four corners of the world. That was such a relaxing and unforgettable vacation.
Peter was a very honest, sincere and helpful person. He not only cared for his brothers and sisters, he had a big heart for everyone.
Peter, I love you. As a friend and as a brother-in-law, I could not ask for more.
We all miss you but we trust God will lead you into a brighter and more beautiful adventure.

I begged and pleaded with Peter for over two years to leave the cold of
Cortland, New York and come to the sunshine of Southern California. Peter's decision to come to work for the Los Angeles Customs Labortory was one of the more memorable parts of my career. It was certainly one the the best things for the Customs Service. Peter was one of the most calming influences in our Lab. He was a great man, dedicated to his job, hisd friends and especially his family. Yet he had a humours side. At a trade fair in front of at least 100 people many of them textile importers he picked up a pair of scissors and cut off half of his neck tie to demonstrate a point about textiles. Monica and Alex you have our deepest sympathy. I am so fortunate to have known Peter.

All Asians believe in fate. It is the fate that brought us together.

When I took the college entrance exam in Taiwan, I had to fill out a list of schools and departments I wanted to attend. My parents reviewed the list five times with me. During the last review, we added Textile Department in. Guess what, my score put me into that department.

I got accepted by Georgia Tech, Clemson, & Philadelphia College of Textiles and Science. I chose NCSU and got to know Peter.

When Yau Lan left, Peter invited me to be his roommate in the fall of 1973. So, I inherited the legacy of “2713B” and met all other 港仔. He taught me 廣東話. But I was never good at language. 我还唔識講廣東話. We took turns to cook. I got used to 飲頭啖湯. Peter found me the Fiat convertible. I thoroughly enjoyed the car. It is still the only convertible in my life. After the second year, we were all doing thesis only. We had plenty of time to hang out together.

After I graduated, fate brought me back to NC. I lived in Greensboro for five years. We spent many weekends in mountains and beaches. Most of us did not have kids yet. Those were the best time of our life.
Peter, I will see you again in Heaven.

p.s. for all my NCSU friends, there is a little secret I can tell you now. We are all lucky to be alive now. In August 1973, the nuclear reactor in the Nuclear Engineering Dept in the campus malfunctioned. It was only minutes away from total meltdown. The whole Raleigh would have gone down with it. Don’t know if you heard of it or not. The school blocked all the news.

I met Peter in 1979 thru another friend. I was a student from Greensboro starting a co-op assignment with IBM RTP and was looking for a room in Raleigh to stay while I was working. Peter graciously rented me a room for two co-op sessions, so I have the privilege of living with him together for seven months. He is smart and always helpful. When I settled in Raleigh with my permanent job later on, it was his guidance to make my first home purchase so much easier. I'm forever thankful for that.

Since his move to CA, we were able to keep in touch. We were fortunate to be able to meet him and the family along with friends for lunch back on Aug 9 when my wife and I were in LA area. After lunch and afternoon tea, he led us to see some new houses in Irvine even though we all knew he was really tired because he felt like the place is tough to find. Sure enough, without his lead, we wouldn't have found that place!

His fight with cancer is courageous and inspiring. 

Peter, rest in peace! You will be missed.

彭树椿是我此生最好的朋友。相识始自 St. Joan of Arc 小学五年级，一起进入维多利亚工业中学就读，成为挚友。他热爱跑千五公尺，有耐力，精灵活泼，是我当时心中的 Huckleberry Finn。因跟他一起组织儿时的暑假露营，经常到他的家里。彭伯母劳苦的给我们用厚帆布缝制帐营的点滴，常在心中。他们阖家上下的欢乐融洽团结氛围，给我很正面的感染。彭树椿到美国苦读成功，成家立业，我总觉得他的人生历程走得并不容易，他的积极面对和对别人的关爱是令人敬佩的。他的逝去勾起我很多的回忆。七月底他还给我致电嘱咐如何小心照顾我的心脏病。彭树椿，您是我最好的朋友，遗憾我没有适时珍惜。现在您安息了。您的家人和友人都会 proud of you and in fond memory of you!

霍锦明

彭树椿是我此生最好的朋友。相识始自 St. Joan of Arc 小学五年级，一起进入维多利亚工业中学就读，成为挚友。他热爱跑千五公尺，有耐力，精灵活泼，是我当时心中的 Huckleberry Finn。因跟他一起组织儿时的暑假露营，经常到他的家里。彭伯母劳苦的给我们用厚帆布缝制帐营的点滴，常在心中。他们阖家上下的欢乐融洽团结氛围，给我很正面的感染。彭树椿到美国苦读成功，成家立业，我总觉得他的人生历程走得并不容易，他的积极面对和对别人的关爱是令人敬佩的。他的逝去勾起我很多的回忆。七月底他还给我致电嘱咐如何小心照顾我的心脏病。彭树椿，您是我最好的朋友，遗憾我没有适时珍惜。现在您安息了。您的家人和友人都会 proud of you and in fond memory of you!

霍锦明

I am deeply saddened by Peter's passing. May I express my deepest condolences to his family. I knew Peter in Toronto and he brought a lot of laughter into my life. He always had a happy outlook and I will remember his smile. Thank you Peter for such good memories.

I can absolutely and undeniably say that my life changed the day I met Peter Pang. I was a freshman at Western Carolina University. Four Chinese students, Peter, Edward, Conrad, and King, came to visit my dorm counselor, Dawn, on a cold, snowy January weekend. Dawn introduced me to her friends. We had the most marvelous weekend. It was through these four crazy, lovable boys that I met my husband of 42 years, Willie. Thank you, Peter, for leading me to Willie.

I cannot help but smile every time I think of Peter. He always made me laugh. I remember that I was surprised that someone "Chinese" could have such a marvelous sense of humor and get American humor. Peter was a master at humor. I remember being in California about 12 years or so ago with my son, Matthew. We met Peter for dinner. Peter spent the better part of two hours telling and retelling stories of his escapades with his Hong Kong friends. Even though Matt had heard some of these stories, he was thoroughly entertained by Peter's graphic descriptions and infectious laugh as he relived those happy memories. Thank you, Peter, for all the laughs over the years.

Peter's birthday was December 10. Mine is December 11. We usually talked on his birthday. We have kept in contact over all these years and miles. When our son, Matt, got married in California 10 years ago, Peter was our "contact" there. He suggested the restaurant at which we held the rehearsal dinner, and was instrumental in setting up the logistics. Some years ago Willie and I visited Peter and Monica in Irvine. They were very gracious. Thank you, Peter, for your friendship.

Peter, how like you to think of your family and friends, even when you were facing the end. I pray I deserve your kindness. I wish our world had 1 million Peters, but then, that's a silly thought. There will never be another you. I love you and will miss you greatly.

Peter, Conrad and I went to NCSU in September 1969 as the 3 “textile boys” from the Hong Kong Technical College. We were close from day one. Our first summer in the States was spent in NY trying to make some money for the tuition fees, with Peter and me working in a Chinese grocery store on Mott Street.  It was hard work but we had lots of laugh together. After the summer, we joined with King Chan and became a gang of four living under the same roof for the next 3 years. For the friends who knew us around that time, we left behind the legacy of “2713B” in Raleigh. With Peter in the house, he always had a solution for everything. His joyful personality and well-organized character kept four of us living like a family. Like Conrad and King, I have very fond memory of the time we lived and played together with Peter in Raleigh. That was the worry-free period of our lives before we all saddled with family responsibilities. 
I had the joy of having Peter with me when we drove from Raleigh to Edmonton, Canada in the summer of 1973. We spent more than a week on the road, stopping at various places and talked a lot. I learnt from him the mentality of “work hard, play hard, don’t worry and think positive”.
Luc and I saw Peter a couple of time since we left Raleigh. He had come up to Edmonton twice. We had touched base at time by phone. When he called a couple of weeks ago and said he would like to say goodbye, he was so calm. We chat for some time and wished each other well. Suddenly, all the past memories of things we did together started to flash back. I knew then those were part of my life!
I will miss you, Peter.