Beatrice “Honey” Marie Wright, 41, Stellarton NS
Beatrice “Honey” Marie Wright endured a long history of violent abuse in her life.
Honey Wright grew up in a world of generational abuse with an alcoholic father, along side her five brothers and two sisters. Mischievous in nature, she could always be found playing with one of her siblings. Though named after her grandmother, Beatrice, she was affectionally known to everyone as Honey.
Honey adored her sons, as well as her step-son, Robbie, doing whatever she possibly could for them. She also enjoyed time with her family, especially her niece and many nephews. A generous and kind soul, Honey was helpful to everyone, with those close to her never wanting for anything.
Honey was well-known in the community, working along side her brother for many years at the New Glasgow Pub as a bartender.
Known for her quick wit and sense of humour, Honey could curse like a sailor. A rebel in her own right, a fighter for justice, Honey would defend anyone she felt was being wronged.
During the last few months of her life, Honey turned to the Christian Fellowship Church in Abercrombie, volunteering as a receptionist. It was the only place Honey truly felt safe. It was through her work here, helping others, that made Honey feel useful and valued. Well-respected and well-liked, everyone who knew Honey loved being around her.
When Honey separated from her intimate partner, she was terrified, telling family and friends that she feared for her life and the lives of her sons.
On Sept. 30, 1992, Honey’s 17-year-old son came home from school to follow bloody footsteps leading to his mother’s dead body where she lay with her throat cut.
Honey’s sister Jean, and her sons, Bo and Lester, wanted to find a way to remember their mother, who they loved so very much, to honour Honey’s bravery and the love she showed to everyone around her.
Created at the family’s request, a life-sized red silhouette bears a gold-coloured shield that shares Honey’s story.
“I’m just happy that it’s out and that it’s going to help people,” said Honey’s son, Bo. “That’s exactly why we wanted to do it – so her memory would live on and for women in the same position, so they have a chance to get out of it.”
Her family knows that whenever they need her, Honey isn’t far away. They think of her every time they have a piece of chocolate cake … her favourite.