Jeanne Shirley Wright

I didnt know her or get the chance I am the granddaughter or Arthur Wright. I am sorry to here of her passing but from what I have read I would have loved to meet her. To the family I am just know finding may you find peace.

Dear Al,

I recently returned from an extended trip to Asia and learned of Jeanne's passing.

Jeanne was a very special person and a very gracious lady. I always enjoyed her friendship and tried to remember you both when rainbow fishing.

I remember a very beautiful 4th of July with you and your friend on rainbow lake in the Helio and how impressed I was that the five of you were able to take off from such a small lake. Many years have passed since then, but I always remember that 4th, when I land there.

Jeanne will be missed,

Sincerely,

Andy

Flying West
I hope there's a place, way up in the sky
Where pilots can go when they have to die.
A place where a guy could buy a cold beer
For a friend and a comrade whose memory is dear.
A place where no doctor or lawyer could tread,
Nor a management-type would e'ler be caught dead!
Just a quaint little place, kind of dark, full of smoke,
Where they like to sing loud, and love a good joke.
The kind of a place that a lady could go
And feel safe and secure by the men she would know.
There must be a place where old pilots go,
When their wings become heavy, when their airspeed gets low,
Where the whiskey is old, and the women are young,
And songs about flying and dying are sung.
Where you'd see all the fellows who'd 'flown west' before,
And they'd call out your name, as you came through the door,
Who would buy you a drink, if your thirst should be bad,
And relate to the others, "She was quite a good lad!"
And there, through the mist, you'd spot an old guy
You had not seen in years, though he'd taught you to fly.
He'd nod his old head, and grin ear to ear
And say, "Welcome, my friend, I'm proud that you're here!
For this is the place where true flyers come
When the battles are over, and the wars have been won.
They've come here at last, to be safe and alone,
>From the government clerk, and the management clone;
Politicians and lawyers, the Feds, and the noise,
Where all hours are happy, and these good ol' boys
Can relax with a cool one, and a well deserved rest!
This is Heaven, my Son. You've passed your last test!"

Jeanne will be missed by all!!!

Al,
Jeanne's gift was her example - to greet life at any age with a vibrant spirit and a full heart. Knowing Jeanne was an unforgettable experience.

Al,

I will miss seeing Jeanne, but I will always have the wonderful memories of the twinkle in her eye as she spoke of the things of life.

My prayers and thoughts are with you in your loss.