Georgia Wright

We were friends since we were six years old. In that seventy-seven year span, we visited, phoned, and wrote lengthy hilarious letters to each other. This year she called me in mid-December and we talked so long that I insisted, "I'll call you next time." I wish I could.

Dear Georgia, now you can find out--"Do Angels Mourn?"

.....memories of Georgia....her huge homemade brownies ala mode, her generous warm spirit --her rare intelligence and kindness. How grateful I am for her making it possible for us to get our mission to get hospice in prisons presented at the United Nations, a seed was planted then because of her and it is growing in ways we hadn't dreamed....thank you Georgia, thank you Georgia for the afternoon we spent this past August, eating lemon bars and talking---what a brave, sensitive, delightful,...

I am forever grateful to my aunt, Georgia, for taking me in when I was in need. She also supported me in my various theatrical endeavors by sponsoring various "work in progress" performances at her home and inviting her numerous interesting friends to attend and offer their feedback, which they did.
Georgia was also a patron of my theatrical endeavors, most notably, she was the main sponsor of a tour of Vermont with my best friends by our comedy troupe "Uncle Buzzy..." One of the most fun...

I am ever grateful to my aunt Georgia for taking me in when I was in need and for helping me develop my various theatrical endeavors by hosting "work in progress" performances at her home. She was also a patron of my artistic endeavors, most notably, she was the main sponsor of a tour of Vermont by my comedy troupe "Uncle Buzzy...".
I became ever fonder of Georgia and her warm kindness as the years progressed and was honored to spend time with her in her final days. I love you, Georgia,...

Beth: That was a wonderful obit of my sister that you have submitted! Georgia was so talented but also giving love and getting it back. She had an inquisitive and creative mind up until the end when you said that she was still trying to write for a book while sitting up on her death bed. Of course her ever present dog as all her previous (rescue) dogs was there, too, to give comfort and companionship. I will miss my phone calls to her hearing of her literary adventures, "Save Strawberry...