Bonnie Wright

Bonnie Alice Wright (née Fischback), age 67, passed away in January 2026 in Anchorage, Alaska. She was born in Phoenix, Arizona, and though she lived in many places throughout her life, Alaska was where she was most at home and where she built her life.

Bonnie was a mother, grandmother, daughter, and sister. She was known for her fierce love of family, her independence, and her unmistakable spirit. Her home was often filled with people from all over the world, reflecting her belief in openness, generosity, and connection. She lived boldly, creatively, and on her own terms.

She is survived by her children, Crystal Hazlitt and Anna Marie Bell (née Wright) and her spouse, Joel Bell; her grandchildren Lily Boze, Sterling Boze, Wyatt Ward, Arthur Ward, John Trucks, Dahlia Trucks, and Oliver Bell; and her siblings Michael Fischback (Laurel), Kip Fischback (Nancy), John Fischback (Liz), Thomas Fischback (Susan), and Samuel Fischback; and many other beloved family members who will cherish her memory.

Bonnie was preceded in death by her parents, John and Anita Fischback(née Chesley).

A memorial service celebrating Bonnie's life will be held on March 6, 2026, at 11:00 a.m. at The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, 2240 Baxter Road, Anchorage, Alaska. Light refreshments will be served at the church immediately following the service, with time to visit and share memories. All are welcome.

For those unable to attend in person, a Zoom link for virtual attendance will be posted on this same page closer to the service.

The following remembrance was written by her daughter, Anna, in her own words:

Remembrance

The world is darker. They found my mom. She is no longer with us. She didn't deserve this. This isn't how her legacy should have ended.

So, I will share things that I will remember her by: She LOVED her grandchildren. They were her pride and joy, and she could never tell them no and she loved to spoil them. She gave my son a dagger for Christmas, he thought this was amazing. I questioned the

choice. She loved motorcycles but settled for mopeds as an adult. Saturdays were for garage sales. My friends would call her Bon Bon. She loved to travel and stay in hostels to meet new people. She would get her dental and some medical work done in Mexico. She always said she was going to start a company leading medical tourism tours. I never had a pencil box for school growing up, she would always buy me old cigar boxes from garage sales instead. She couldn't cook, and would make "half-baked cake" because she would forget to cook it all the way through. Doritos with melted cheese could be considered a full meal. She rented out rooms in our house, so I grew up surrounded by people from all over the world. She would say summers in Alaska were better than summers anywhere else in the world. She wrote me a letter about living in Delta Junction, AK as a teenager back in the 70s. She said it was the most exciting place to be with the base and the pipeline being built. She loved going dancing. My 11th birthday was spent in a bar on swing dancing night. She made everyone sing happy birthday to me. If she was cleaning music was playing. She always said if you want a clean house, invite over company. It will force you to clean. She would bring donations to women shelters because a shelter saved her during her first marriage. At one point she lived in a trailer and used a carnival ride skirt around the bottom to keep it warm. She loved and saw Donny Osmond an embarrassing amount of times. One time during breakfast at a hotel she saw Deep Purple and started to LOUDLY hum "Smoke on the Water" as if they needed help recognizing themselves. Another time in Toys R Us in Times Square she saw Peter Gallagher and freaked out. He told me he was from While You Were Sleeping. I thought this meant they were hanging out while I was asleep, she thought that was hilarious. During the fall growing up she would take me to a dude ranch in upstate New York. She loved camping in Alaska every summer. You could never take her fishing, if you did you wouldn't catch anything. She couldn't sing at all, but she never believed that was true and would sing anyways. She had a mullet since the 80s. I tried to get her different hairstyles. She would always go home and immediately make it a mullet again.

She loved to tell stories about her childhood. Especially if she could poke fun at her brothers in the stories. She was incredibly proud of being a Fischback, even if she never went back to her maiden name. She was a writer. She never published but wrote a book. At 67 she took custody of her 4- and 5-year-old grandchildren. She was willing to do everything to care for them. She loved to drive. If she had an audiobook in the car she was set. She loved the library. She would often rent me movies from the library that she grew up with like Gidget. She loved Elvis. She had stories about going to watch his movies on base as soon as they came out. She bragged about how her 5 brothers had to share motorcycles growing up, but she had her own. She also thought it was hilarious that my grandpa made her brothers take care of her motorcycle. She loved psychics. She had a standing appointment with one in New York when I growing up. She was convinced her house was haunted, but said it was a good spirit. She bragged about how her house was built before the Alaska earthquake of 1964, and survived it. She loved her brothers. She would tell her nieces and nephews "you're my favorite. But don't tell anyone." To make them all feel special and truly believing they wouldn't tell each other. She would get seasick, which made us having a sailboat interesting. She would make costumes. Including stapling purple balloons to her clothes to be a bunch of grapes. She once got me a rabbit. She felt bad having it caged so put a diaper on it and let it roam, and sometimes put outfits on it. She loved thrift stores before they were cool. She often got lost, making road trips interesting. She would brag about how her brother Sam had the record for longest cab ride in Alaska. If you wanted news spread, tell it to her. The entire family would know within the hour. She loved her parents. Her mom was her best friend until my grandma passed away. She named me after Patty Duke, her real name was Anna Marie, after reading her book Call Me Anna about mental illness and it giving her hope. She always answered her phone when I called. She would often tell me she was proud of me. She was my mom.

Here is the link to join the service virtually: https://zoom.us/j/7418951592?pwd=L3BTblVDaHB3WDA1Vk5jeEVEUGIwUT09