McCabe Funeral Home

Helen delieverd our four children with great care and expertise. Nicholas, my son, the fourth child, was born on March 6th, 1996. He was Helen's only failed tubal ligation. She told me she would never forget me. He was a miracle, my only son. I remember being overwhelmed at the thought of raising four children, working, educating them all and somehow keeping my own goals alive going forward. Helen was supportive and as always wonderful, she again said she would never forget me. When I talk and look at the miracle of my son, and how thankful I am to have him, I always and will always continue to thoughtfully remember Helen. Memory Eternal!

I was invited over for dinner with Sung and her family in 7th grade. Dr. Park went to the effort of making lovely traditional Korean food and made me feel welcome in her home. She was a lovely and gracious woman.

She is a good doctor and friend. She is a good mother and wife. She is a good christian. She helped my son Daniel's born. I could not have second baby 4years and gave up. She advice for how can I have baby. She is a good doctor and kind doctor.

I have a distinct, first memory of Helen that's always been with me. I was 8 and had come to visit Michigan for the first time. We sat at a diner close by to her home at the time and scoured the menu for breakfast selections. When the waitress came by to take our order, I remember Helen asked for eggs. The inevitable question of "how would you like your eggs" followed. I immediately looked up from my menu. At the time, most immigrant parents from Korea that I knew never understood that question. If they were one of the rare few that did, scrambled was the default answer - easy and the only option known to them. I thought I'd knew how this conversation would pan out but Helen looked up casually and responded, "over easy" with her hands flipping back and forth to illustrate her choice. I was first stunned and then felt at ease. While this interaction was nothing to her, I saw a Korean immigrant who was fearless of assimilation, a woman who knew what she wanted, a woman who knew her choices, a woman who asked what she wanted for. This seemingly insignificant memory together at the diner will always be with me.