Phyllis Alfreda Wright

Phyllis Alfreda Wright, age 82, was born to the late George Wright Sr. and Beatrice Thrasher in Rhode Island on December 31,1943. Phyllis passed away Peacefully On the evening of February 23, 2026, with family at her bedside.

She was preceded in death by her maternal parents George Wright Sr. and Beatrice Thrasher, her son Eric Lashawn Wright, Two brothers: George Wright Jr. and Ronald Wright, Four Sisters: Linda Wright, Teresa Wright, Gwen Wright, Bonita Wright and a bonus Daughter Lorraine low.

Phyllis moved to Perla with her Mother from Rhode Island. Phyllis was a graduate of Wilson High school, Class of 1963.She became a member of New Director in 1970.

Phyllis worked at Feather Lite for 27 years, she also worked at Long Meadow nursing home until her retirement. Phyllis loved sitting on her porch and talking with family and friends.

She leaves to cherish her memory: Her son Darrell Wright (Vanessia) of Malvern, AR. Her grand children Domonique Wright of Houston, TX. D'Shyia Wright of McKinney, TX. Jaylon Dixon of Smack over, AR., Keaira Wright of Virginia. Daughter in law Lawanda Wright of Jacksonville, Florida; Bonus Children Jean Low, Jackie Low, Joyce Low, Loretta Low of Atlanta GA. Inherited grand children Marquis Rodgers of McCaskill, AR., Vaquita Rodgers of Little Rock, AR., Inherited great grand children Deovyun Ross of Jonesboro, AR, Journey Rodgers of Nashville, AR., Marquis Rodgers Jr. of Monroe, LA. Four sisters Wanda Faye Lambert of Hot Springs, AR., Ethel Lambert of Pine Bluff, AR. Brenda Wright of Benson, IN. one Brother Darrell Wright(Cheryl) of Kansas City, KS. Three God daughters all of Malvern, AR. Laurie Jackson, Vickie Harris and Tesa McNeely. One God son of Malvern, AR. Donnie Jones. Host of nieces, nephews, cousins and a whole lot of Friends.

Remember

Christina Rossetti

Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you planned:

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.

Samuel L. Vance & Sons Funeral Directors

" The Epitome of Service "