My mother, Lucille Costello-Wright passed away of complications due to breast cancer. She fought a true battle, having 3 surgeries over a 12-year period. Her last battle the cancer had spread to her colon, stomach and kidneys. While her first battle with cancer was during her pregnancy with me in 1959. She had uterine cancer. She had it removed while she was 7-months pregnant. She always acted as if having cancer and dealing with it was "nothing", including going home after her last surgery on December 31, 1998. They couldn't believe that she refused the mild pain-killer Tylenol with Codine and she insisted on going home. It would be just 30 days later that my mother would pass with such a calmness and grace, in her own home that she and my father owned for over 40 years, doing it "HER WAY".
It wouldn't take long for my father, Noel Wayne Wright to die of a broken heart. He passed away about 9 months later but he requested that my mother's name and information be put on his headstone. He didn't want people to "forget" my mother since she didn't have a headstone. She had requested to be cremated and he wanted to be buried next to my brother and his sister in Orland, California. There is no way that one would ever "forget" MY mother once you knew her!! She now resides with her family in Sacramento, CA, but is forever etched in stone with my father.
My mother had a tough childhood, loosing her father at the age of 4 years old, to pneumonia in 1923. She had a brother, Glenn Costello, who was born in 1921. There were never any photos available of him that any of us could find. Glenn had been "whisked" away to a hospital in White Plains, New York. Glenn shows up on the 1930 census as an "inmate". Years later, after Glenn died, it would be determined that he died at the age of 12 yrs old of Muscular Dystrophy. My grandmother did not know that he died and rumor has it that he was buried in Potter's Field. During this time, my mother was "handed off" from one family to another. Her mother saying that she couldn't take care of her. While she wasn't in the court system, she would live with this family and that family.
She was a strong, intelligent woman who bought books for me to teach me French, Spanish and German. She always made sure that I had the things that I needed, although we didn't have very much money, I grew up not knowing any different. She always called me her "do-it-yourself" grandchild as she was 40-years old and working a full-time job when she had me in 1959. Along with me, she had my brother who was 14 years old and in a wheel-chair at the time.
I miss her dearly and her "New York" ways!! The thought of that always makes me smile! We love you mom an miss you dearly. You would be so proud of your grandchildren and their spouses!!!
It wouldn't take long for my father, Noel Wayne Wright to die of a broken heart. He passed away about 9 months later but he requested that my mother's name and information be put on his headstone. He didn't want people to "forget" my mother since she didn't have a headstone. She had requested to be cremated and he wanted to be buried next to my brother and his sister in Orland, California. There is no way that one would ever "forget" MY mother once you knew her!! She now resides with her family in Sacramento, CA, but is forever etched in stone with my father.
My mother had a tough childhood, loosing her father at the age of 4 years old, to pneumonia in 1923. She had a brother, Glenn Costello, who was born in 1921. There were never any photos available of him that any of us could find. Glenn had been "whisked" away to a hospital in White Plains, New York. Glenn shows up on the 1930 census as an "inmate". Years later, after Glenn died, it would be determined that he died at the age of 12 yrs old of Muscular Dystrophy. My grandmother did not know that he died and rumor has it that he was buried in Potter's Field. During this time, my mother was "handed off" from one family to another. Her mother saying that she couldn't take care of her. While she wasn't in the court system, she would live with this family and that family.
She was a strong, intelligent woman who bought books for me to teach me French, Spanish and German. She always made sure that I had the things that I needed, although we didn't have very much money, I grew up not knowing any different. She always called me her "do-it-yourself" grandchild as she was 40-years old and working a full-time job when she had me in 1959. Along with me, she had my brother who was 14 years old and in a wheel-chair at the time.
I miss her dearly and her "New York" ways!! The thought of that always makes me smile! We love you mom an miss you dearly. You would be so proud of your grandchildren and their spouses!!!
My mother, Lucille Costello-Wright passed away of complications due to breast cancer. She fought a true battle, having 3 surgeries over a 12-year period. Her last battle the cancer had spread to her colon, stomach and kidneys. While her first battle with cancer was during her pregnancy with me in 1959. She had uterine cancer. She had it removed while she was 7-months pregnant. She always acted as if having cancer and dealing with it was "nothing", including going home after her last surgery on December 31, 1998. They couldn't believe that she refused the mild pain-killer Tylenol with Codine and she insisted on going home. It would be just 30 days later that my mother would pass with such a calmness and grace, in her own home that she and my father owned for over 40 years, doing it "HER WAY".
It wouldn't take long for my father, Noel Wayne Wright to die of a broken heart. He passed away about 9 months later but he requested that my mother's name and information be put on his headstone. He didn't want people to "forget" my mother since she didn't have a headstone. She had requested to be cremated and he wanted to be buried next to my brother and his sister in Orland, California. There is no way that one would ever "forget" MY mother once you knew her!! She now resides with her family in Sacramento, CA, but is forever etched in stone with my father.
My mother had a tough childhood, loosing her father at the age of 4 years old, to pneumonia in 1923. She had a brother, Glenn Costello, who was born in 1921. There were never any photos available of him that any of us could find. Glenn had been "whisked" away to a hospital in White Plains, New York. Glenn shows up on the 1930 census as an "inmate". Years later, after Glenn died, it would be determined that he died at the age of 12 yrs old of Muscular Dystrophy. My grandmother did not know that he died and rumor has it that he was buried in Potter's Field. During this time, my mother was "handed off" from one family to another. Her mother saying that she couldn't take care of her. While she wasn't in the court system, she would live with this family and that family.
She was a strong, intelligent woman who bought books for me to teach me French, Spanish and German. She always made sure that I had the things that I needed, although we didn't have very much money, I grew up not knowing any different. She always called me her "do-it-yourself" grandchild as she was 40-years old and working a full-time job when she had me in 1959. Along with me, she had my brother who was 14 years old and in a wheel-chair at the time.
I miss her dearly and her "New York" ways!! The thought of that always makes me smile! We love you mom an miss you dearly. You would be so proud of your grandchildren and their spouses!!!
It wouldn't take long for my father, Noel Wayne Wright to die of a broken heart. He passed away about 9 months later but he requested that my mother's name and information be put on his headstone. He didn't want people to "forget" my mother since she didn't have a headstone. She had requested to be cremated and he wanted to be buried next to my brother and his sister in Orland, California. There is no way that one would ever "forget" MY mother once you knew her!! She now resides with her family in Sacramento, CA, but is forever etched in stone with my father.
My mother had a tough childhood, loosing her father at the age of 4 years old, to pneumonia in 1923. She had a brother, Glenn Costello, who was born in 1921. There were never any photos available of him that any of us could find. Glenn had been "whisked" away to a hospital in White Plains, New York. Glenn shows up on the 1930 census as an "inmate". Years later, after Glenn died, it would be determined that he died at the age of 12 yrs old of Muscular Dystrophy. My grandmother did not know that he died and rumor has it that he was buried in Potter's Field. During this time, my mother was "handed off" from one family to another. Her mother saying that she couldn't take care of her. While she wasn't in the court system, she would live with this family and that family.
She was a strong, intelligent woman who bought books for me to teach me French, Spanish and German. She always made sure that I had the things that I needed, although we didn't have very much money, I grew up not knowing any different. She always called me her "do-it-yourself" grandchild as she was 40-years old and working a full-time job when she had me in 1959. Along with me, she had my brother who was 14 years old and in a wheel-chair at the time.
I miss her dearly and her "New York" ways!! The thought of that always makes me smile! We love you mom an miss you dearly. You would be so proud of your grandchildren and their spouses!!!
