Denise Wright
1946-2009







I gained some insight into my own quirkiness yesterday when I attended my cousin's service.

I walked into the funeral home very sad as I thought of my strong, vibrant cousin who always had a beautiful smile and a twinkle in her eye struck down at age 62 after a horrible year fighting cancer. As I approached the casket with my head bowed, I looked up at Denise who lay there with Grouch Marx glasses, nose and moustache on. She made me laugh. That is what she wanted. These are my people. There was a bowl of glasses for those who wished to don them. Her husband and daughter had them on as well. We celebrated her life. I hope they enjoyed the homemade molasses cake I brought for the gathering afterwards, not quite as much spice as Denise had but I wanted to bring something special for her friends and family.