Beatrice Cynthia Wright

BEATRICE C. WRIGHT

January 27, 1929 – November 11, 2022

Beatrice C. Wright died suddenly on November 11, 2022. She was born on January 27, 1929, in Warrenton, NC to her father affectionately called “Gee” and her mother Emma Jane Gee. She was educated in the North Carolina, New Jersey and District of Columbia school systems. Beatrice spent years employed at The Veterans Administration as a Medical Aide and at NIH as a Biological Lab Technician. She completed training and served in a volunteer role at Greater Southeast Community Hospital. Beatrice served devotedly as a volunteer to seniors under the auspices of St. Thomas Moore, where she was a faithful member.

Beatrice was the second youngest of her siblings. She was united in Holy Matrimony to Arthur R. Wright on June 23, 1956. She was a devoted wife and loving mother to Trudy Holland. Beatrice out-lived all of her siblings, Lula, Mary, Howard, James, Lafayette and Elizabeth. She leaves to mourn a favorite nephew, Jesse Jones, a host of other nephews, nieces, friends and neighbors.

Maya Angelou wrote: “The honorary duty of a human being is to love.” We say goodbye to our beloved Beatrice, our “Aunt Bea” and what we remember most about her is that she loved us. Aunt Bea loved us sometimes with a stern rebuke, but most often it was gentle Christ-like guidance. She taught us about life and was proud of our accomplishments and maturity. Aunt Bea loved to see the family grow and remembered the children’s names, inquiring about them whenever we saw her. She was an avid gardener and loved flowers. Her husband, “Uncle Rainy” was a skilled brick mason who built a beautiful surround for her garden.

Aunt Bea was very strong in spirit though she lived with constant pain. She was “Large and in Charge” as they say, and she always got her way. Aunt Bea received a healthy dose of self- esteem from her father who insisted on she and her siblings “gettin’ schooling.” He would send the neighboring farmers packing when they inquired about his children working their farms.

She lived an amazing life salted with difficulty and disappointment, but learned early, to quickly forgive and to love her enemies. She made every effort to live harmoniously with her family and friends. Aunt Bea loved God’s Word and was a praying woman, she walked close to God and for her sacrifice, He rewarded her with dreams, visions and foreknowledge about people and events.

A year ago, Aunt Bea began to have glimpses of heaven and one day in casual conversation she said, “you know the music in heaven is not like down here.” Another time she remarked about how different and beautiful the flowers were, in heaven. One day in a place of business she turned and with great confidence announced, “this is my last time coming here!” When Aunt Bea told you something, it was the truth, that was her last visit.

She longed to be free of her pain wracked body, but mostly she longed to see Jesus, the One who had visited and warned her several times when she was in danger. The One who spoke to her as a little girl walking alone to a new school far from home. She had come to a fork in the road no one told her about. Aunt Bea stood there wondering which way to go when she heard a comforting voice tell her that whenever she came to life’s fork in the road, He would guide her. She fearlessly, lived her 93 years trusting that God would lead her, and so He has… all the way home.

“Say not in grief: ‘She is no more,’ but live in thankfulness that she was.”

Hebrew Proverb