Laura Mason Wright, 77, of Niagara Falls, NY; passed away peacefully in her home on September, 16 ^th 2019.  Born June 16 ^th , 1942 in Tuscaloosa, AL, she was the youngest daughter of the late Elizi and Viola (Mason) Johnson.

Laura moved to Niagara Falls as a young girl and attended local schools. She was employed at Nabisco in Niagara Falls for over 30 years before she retired in 2002. Laura enjoyed quilting, shopping, dining out at her favorite restaurant Cracker Barrel; and praising her Lord.

She is survived by her five children; Cassandra M. Johnson, Eugenia L. Hines, William Marshall III, Anthony T. Marshall Sr. and Kindra Wright; her grandchildren, Kiantti, Qiana, Kristen, Charne, Ayala, Anthony, Niah, Nyle, Tyrell, Jeoni and Derrick; her sister Violet (Fritz); dear cousin Verdia Mae Johnson-Moore; and a host of nieces, nephews, cousins and friends. She was predeceased by her sisters; Lizzie Mason, Sarah Hunt and Dorothy Ellis; and brothers, Elizi Jr., David, Franklin and Robert (Johnson).

A memorial service will be held on Saturday, September 21 at 4 PM at M.J. COLUCCI & SON NIAGARA FUNERAL CHAPEL, 2730 MILITARY ROAD, NIAGARA FALLS, NY 14304.  Visit mjcoluccifuneralchapel.com for online condolences.

Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free,
I'm following the path God laid for me.
I took his hand when I heard his call,
I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day,
To laugh, to love, to work, to play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way,
I've found my peace at the close of the day.

If my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss,
Oh yes, these things I too will miss.

Be not burdened with times of sorrow,
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My Life's been full, I've savored much,
Good friends, good times, a loved one's touch,

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief,
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and share with me,
God wanted me now, He set me free.

Author Unknown

Our Grandmother

A love from a Grandmother is different,

Because it holds a certain significance.

Our Grandmother played so many roles,

The only love from a Grandparent,

many of us of Grandchildren have ever known.

We all had our separate bonds,

Believe she had her hands in all our lives.

A part of every milestone,

Her presence just seemed to set the tone.

In her eyes she needed no invitation,

Just being the Grandmother was her invitation.

She never had a problem with speaking her mind,

And was quick to tell you "these are mines".

Her knowledge and wisdom will live in us,

Along with the morals and values she instilled in us.

She taught us to be strong,

She said, "mourn for me for one day then carry on".

From our Granny to our children's GiGi,

It's up to us to carry on her legacy.