Owen Moo-Ryang Choi

Owen Moo-Ryang Choi, age 37, of Las Vegas, died Friday, December 13, 2013. Owen was born March 17, 1976 in Los Angeles CA. He is the son of Clifford Moo-Ryang and Sun (Ko) Choi. Owen attended the University of California, Santa Cruz, Bethany College, and finished his degree in Casino Marketing at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas. He worked as an Executive Casino Host at the Hard Rock Hotel, Bellagio, and the Wynn Hotel. Owen enjoyed football, basketball, golf, and had a huge love of movies. He also volunteered with the youth and and at a children's hospital, giving monthly charitable donations. Owen was loved by many, respected by all, and not a bad word could be said about him. He is survived by his parents Clifford Choi and Sun (Ko) Choi of Las Vegas NV, and sister Vivian Kohon of Honolulu HI. The family would like to thank Cris Abrego and Christian Sarabia for their donations to Owen's memorial service. A memorial service will be held 1:00 pm on Saturday, December 21, 2013 at Bellagio Hotel & Casino - Da Vinci Room 1 & 2, 3600 S Las Vegas Blvd., Las Vegas, NV. A reception will follow at HYDE Lounge, also inside the Bellagio from 2:30pm - 5:00pm. Gone From My Sight by Henry Van Dyke I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone" Gone where? Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast, hull and spar as she was when she left my side. And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me -- not in her. And, just at the moment when someone says, "There, she is gone," there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!" And that is dying... Death comes in its own time, in its own way. Death is as unique as the individual experiencing it. .