This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Ying Xue "Jess" Lei, 37, born on August 11, 1974 and passed away on March 23, 2012.
Jess worked for QMS for almost 7 years as a software engineer and she was an exceptional engineer and person; a steady, quiet, and happy person, who was easy to work with and unfailingly cheerful, polite, and considerate. There are people who are easy to work with and be around, and Jess was such a person. She was also a photographer with a good aesthetic ability that was a contrast to her analytical engineering abilities. Jess’s work and presence at QMS, will be deeply missed. Some losses in life are irreparable, and this is one such loss.
We will miss you dearly, Jess, and will remember you forever.
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Leave a tribute又一年了! 今年才发现你比啊当大一天! lol! 疫情好了许多,但是去中国仍然遥遥无期。上个月去了Maui, 还是觉得san francisco 最好!我怕热。 我家的大姐姐上了大学,去了UCB. 近呢?所以每个周末都去見她。弟弟11年级,依旧昰那样口水多,但是已经高我半个头,一米八的小伙子。
工作仍然没有变,疫情使library 过度到 eLibrary! ebook!! 刚对我开始老花! 哈哈哈!
时间过得好快~我都差不多满头白发了! 疫情继续~虽然疫苗己出~但变种病毒上升!感觉现在全世界没有一个地方是安全D!我们都挺好的~两个B都长大了~做事情开始有自己的想法!经常提起你们~给力量她们!让她们平安健康的长大!我会努力好好的~~~
We Miss n Love u guys forever!!!
姐姐已经读11th grade. 原来最忙, 因疫情影响关校, 大约关到这个学期结束。所有AP&SAT 考试都canceled 了!弟弟将上9年级!希望弟弟自觉吔读书.
我,开始有白头发, 眼睛用电子产品太多以致没有以前咁好.生活依旧忙碌,但是轻松了许多。
“ Global coronavirus cases cross 350,000, death toll passes 15,000 as pandemic takes hold”
有时候想你了!
Miss you!!!
如何告诉你我梦里只有你
遥远的你是绚丽燃烧的火花
是我再也回不去的家
You will be greatly missed. Rest in Peace
你走了, 走的这么匆忙, 连告别的话语都来不及说;
留给我的是你的奋斗精神,你的笑语,和你的友谊;
怀念你!
Jess,
You came, came with your enthusiasm and love, shared with your joy and happiness;
You left, you left so rush, no time for me to bid farewell to you;
What you gave me is your friendship, and your happiness.
Miss you
Michelle
憤怒, 悲傷, 不明所以都不能夠改變事實⃘ 我只能以你為榜樣, 認真地生活⃘ 願在另一個角度裡, 我能再次碰上和更加認識你⃘
我們將永遠懷念你, 尤其是你的好意,在工作中分享您的水果. 您帶給我們和平及喜樂.
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You are always in our hearts and minds
Hi Ying
We miss you so much each day, especially me. How can I forget the first day we met at the Vanness Bakery? You helped me learn Cantonese and I helped you learn English. Together we worked as a team. Then our relationship blossomed, we traveled to Reno together with PHUONG. You helped me purchases our first house. You spent your commission to replaced the garbage and hot water for us bc we were broke. You listened to my life stories and kept all my secrets within you. Beto and i miss you very much. Oh and remember my cousin Nam? He found a picture of you driving Beto to the weeding. Life isn’t fair my friend. We love you always and you are always in our hearts.
Tony Bennett
At the QMS main office there is of course the small conference room with the extraordinary view: the Bay, the two bridges, on the other side the silhouette of San Francisco. Sometimes Jess would stand at the window just looking out. She would stand there, sometimes in her favorite off-white blazer, her left elbow on the ledge or a cup (tea? coffee?) in her hand. At what she looked I had no idea. What she thought of I had no idea.
One day (a cold, rainy day) when she was standing there, I approached her softly and stood beside her. “You know,” I said, “when Tony Bennett worked for QMS, he stood at this same place, looked at the same scene. And the words came to him: ‘I left my heart in San Francisco.’”
It was a silly joke, a silly reference to Jess standing and thinking perhaps of her own heart somewhere in San Francisco where she lived.
And her answer, in all seriousness: “Really? He really stood here?”
“No,” I said at once. “Just kidding. I was just kidding.”
I think of that incident sometimes. I do not know quite what to make of it. I do not know what the “moral” is. That Jess was too sweet and nice, took me literally and didn’t get my joke? That the joke was too silly, low-class, not worth “getting”? That she did get the joke and was mocking me (or least playing along) in return?
What the answer is, I still do not know. But the memory—the image—of it remains. And I like the image, I like lingering on it. Jess standing at the window, her elbow on the ledge or a cup in her hand. And looking, thinking. Thinking of what: The sky? The clouds? Her family? Her heart?
Yes, as I say, I like the image. So sometimes in your honor, Jess (and not only on cold rainy days), I will stand at the window and look out as well. Your friends at QMS (so many) might join me. Do stop by sometimes, say hello. When you come, bring an orange, an apple, a cup of tea. Or if these things are hard to find, just bring yourself. We will talk of Tony Bennett, music. Or if these things tire you we will talk of the things you do like: the angels in heaven, all the new friends you have made. We will talk, talk—maybe even miss a few project deadlines. “Our angel is here,” we will say. “The special one. You know, the one who brings smiles to a few faces. Fills a few empty hearts.”