Lauren Victoria Wright

1993 - 2000
LocationWelney, Norfolk/cambridgeshire Border
Age6 years
Cause of DeathMurder
Date of Birth16/07/1993
Date of Death06/05/2000
Visitors7,624 since 18/02/2008
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In a small churchyard at South Mimms a small grave marks the spot where a six- year-old girl is laid
to rest. With its plain wooden cross, a small toy Piglet distinguishes it as the grave of a child
among the other ornate, ivy-covered, stone memorials. The carefully tended plot stands in horrific
contrast to the short, brutal life that ended at the hands of an abusive stepmother and father.

Lauren Victoria Wright was born on 16 July 1993, at the QE2 Hospital in Welwyn Garden City,
Hertfordshire and died on the 6th May 2000 at her home in Welney, Norfolk.

Lauren’s parents, Craig Wright and Jennifer Bennett, had separated prior to her birth. After the
arrival of Lauren her father,Wright, demanded a blood test to prove that she was in fact his
daughter. Lauren became a pawn in her parents' volatile relationship. During their frequent
separations, Ms Bennett would telephone Wright and threaten to hit Lauren unless he came to visit.
As she grew up, Lauren was often left alone at the unheated garage workshop where Wright worked, or
literally dumped at the local pub. The "delightful, chatty little girl" became an object of pity and
charity. But amid Laurens bleakness there was some light. On occasions Wright would take his
daughter to visit her grandmother, Christine, and her aunts Dawn and Vicky, at the Red Hart pub they
ran in Three Holes, Norfolk. It was after one such outing, shortly before Lauren's fourth
birthday, that a fateful telephone conversation took place.

Lauren called her mother she said "Hello Mummy. Do you still love me?”

Bennett replied “No, I hate you.”

“The look on that child's face was enough to make your heart break. She sobbed her heart out."
Recalled Dawn Wright, Lauren’s aunt.

Lauren never went home to live with her natural mother.

Hertfordshire Social Services placed her on a child protection register between July 1997 and
January 1998 and a custody battle ended with her grandmother being granted a full residency order
for her in January 1998. But the pub failed by May 1998 and with it Lauren's brief happiness as she
rejoined her father. Wright had since moved to Welney in Norfolk from Potters Bar. His mother and
younger sister, Vicky, were also rehoused in the village. Next door lived Tracey Scarff - a brash,
abrasive, single mother- of- two with an unenviable local reputation. She eventually formed a
relationship with a "besotted" Wright.

Lauren continued to see her mother, and in May 1999, set off for a holiday in Turkey with Ms
Bennett, her boyfriend of the time, and three of their children. The holiday was to turn into a
nightmare as Bennett continued to vent her fury on Lauren, eventually dumping her at the British
consulate before scratching her photograph from her passport. Bewildered Lauren was met at Gatwick
airport by family members, her mother who was on the same flight never said goodbye.

Within a couple of months of Craig Wright and Tracey Scarff moving in together they annouced their
engagement, Lauren was their bridesmaid, within a year of the wedding Lauren was dead.

The abuse at the hands of Tracey Wright had started some months earlier and as the terror escalated,
Lauren became a familiar bedraggled figure, walking 10 feet behind Wright and her own son and
daughter, carrying the other children's bags, soaked in the rain while they gathered under an
umbrella. Lauren was forced to eat pepper sandwiches or insects, made to stand in front of burning
fires and beaten for wetting her bed. She was ignored as Tracey Wright bought her own children
sweets and presents. The moment the children returned from school, Lauren was sent to bed. At home,
her stepmother encouraged the other children to pick on their quieter stepsister.

Lauren began to lose weight, her hair started falling out. On hot days she boiled in shabby,
oversized clothes large enough to cover her bruises. Either too scared or too in awe of the woman
she called "Mum", Lauren mimicked her stepmother's endless stream of explanations for the injuries,
even when she was seen by a string of doctors and social workers.

On 15 March 2000, she was seen by a consultant paediatrician, Dr Jonathan Dossetor, at the request
of social workers but he agreed with the litany of excuses used for her injuries by her stepmother.
Over the months, teachers, four different doctors and two social workers saw the injuries to Lauren
but insufficient action was taken to protect her.

Lauren was used to beatings but when Tracey Wright punched her viciously in the stomach in early
May, part of her digestive system collapsed. She suffered days of agony and vomiting during which
her stepmother refused to take her to the doctor. Relatives accepted her excuses that a wardrobe had
fallen on her and that she had gastroenteritis. On the Thursday night before his child died, Wright
saw Lauren briefly in the bathroom. By now in intense pain, she simply asked for a glass of water.
On Saturday morning, Tracey Wright's young son saw her punch Lauren twice in the stomach.
At lunchtime, the stepmother came "crashing" into Lauren's grandmother's kitchen next door.
Christine, Dawn and Vicky returned to find Lauren's body on the bottom bunk of her bedroom, one arm
stiffly outstretched, foul smelling liquid pouring from her nose and mouth. Tracey Wright remained
downstairs, hysterically screaming, while Vicky went to get Wright from the pub. Dawn and her mother
tried to follow the ambulance operator's instructions, attempting to breathe air into the blocked
airways. As they lifted her shirt to start compressions, they noted bruising. By the time the
ambulance arrived, rigor mortis had begun to set in.

The paramedic looked at the father, grandmother and aunt and said simply: "I am so sorry ..." Lauren
Victoria Wright was dead.

That night her parents went to the pub.

At the time of Lauren’s death she had more than 60 bruises on her emaciated body.
Medical experts advised that the injuries sustained by Lauren were like those suffered by somebody
who had been involved in a serious car accident.

Tracey Wright's treatment of little Lauren was described as "very near the top of the scale of
inhumanity" by one of the police officers who led the investigation. Lauren Wright was brutally
killed after being let down by every single agency responsible for protecting her in the months
before her death.

Two witnesses, one a trained social worker, described Lauren as looking "like an advert for the
NSPCC" in the weeks leading to her death, while others told the court she looked like a "ragamuffin"
and a "waif".

One neighbour watched as Tracey shouted obscenities at Lauren in the street, punching her in the
head and walking off, leaving the little girl a crumpled heap on the ground and only to get up on
feet with silent tears and run after her step-mother.

Tracey Wright (31) and Craig Wright (38) were both convicted of wilful neglect and manslaughter
following a four week trial at Norwich Crown Court.

Tracey Wright was sentenced to 15 years in jail. Tracey Wright would be eligible for parole after
saving half of the 15 year term; Tracey Wright may well now be a free woman walking the streets.

Craig Wright was sentenced to 3 year jail terms for each of his convictions, the terms to run
concurrently. Craig Wright could be be released on parole after serving half of the three year
term. Craig Wright is now a free man.

Social services, plus education and health authority officials admitted that serious mistakes were
made in the way Lauren was cared for. One social services manager (David Wright) resigned as a
result of her death.




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Lauren

When God calls little children
to dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometimes question
the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache compares with
the death of one small child,
Who does so much to make our world
seem wonderful and mild.

Perhaps God tires of calling
the aged to his fold.
So He picks a rosebud
before it can grow old.

God knows how much we need them
and so He takes but few.
To make the land of Heaven
more beautiful to view.

Believing this is difficult
still somehow we must try.
The saddest word mankind knows
will always be "Good-bye".

So when a little child departs
we who are left behind,
Must realize God loves children
and Angels are hard to find.

Sharon Bradford September 5, 2009

GOD BLESS YOU ANGEL ** ~~ ** ~~ **

♥ I am the wind in your hair, with you everywhere
I am the stars in the sky and the sun up high ♥
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♥ I am the waves in the ocean, with your every emotion
I am the snow on the ground, I am all around ♥
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♥ I am the flowers in the meadow, wherever you go
I am the moon at night, please know I'm alright ♥
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♥ I am the bird's sweet song, I am not gone
I am the blossom on a tree, you'll never forget me ♥
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♥ I am the rain on your face, a rainbow's embrace
I am the leaves on the ground, I'll always be around ♥
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♥ I am the fluffy white clouds, innocent and pure
Look all around you, you'll feel me I'm sure ♥
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♥ I am that warm loving feeling, deep in your heart
My memories live on, we'll never be apart ♥
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♥ I am all around you, in all that you see, hear and do
Just reach right out now, I am always here with you ♥
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Lona Buxton September 1, 2009

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Angels Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

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The touch of His hand will let me know
He takes me in and lets me go
If not for love, who would believe?
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, in you and me
We're lifted up by angels
Higher than the world
Strong enough to leave it
Bound to learn the secrets
Angels never heard
Close enough to heaven
Far above the rain
Darkness cannot reach us
Let the angels teach us
Only love remains
We're lifted up by angels
To understand, yet never say
How every plan would fade away
If not for love, where would we be?
Ashes to dust, water to rust, eternally
We're lifted up by angels
Higher than the world
Strong enough to leave it
Bound to learn the secrets
Angels never heard
Close enough to heaven
Far above the rain
Darkness cannot reach us
Let the angels teach us
Only love remains
We're lifted up by angels
Given wings to fly
Leave the night behind us
Trust the light to find us
Even as we rise
We're lifted up by angels
We're close enough to heaven
Far above the rain
Darkness cannot reach us
Let the angels teach us
Only love remains
We're lifted up by angels.

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ~♥x♥~ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ~♥x♥~ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ~♥x♥~ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ~♥x♥~ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
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Lona Buxton August 29, 2009

God's Heavenly Garden



Sometimes God picks the flower that is in full bloom:
sometimes the rosebud's chosen that we
feel He's picked too soon.

Sometimes the flower is fading with petals
floating down, but God knows the perfect time
to gather flowers from the ground.

There is a heavenly garden in which God takes
great pleasure because He's placed within it the
loved ones that we treasure.

He walks among the blossoms giving them eternal
rest, and I know that it must please Him because
He chose the very best.


Author:
Dorothea K. Barwick

Lona Buxton August 20, 2009

There is a beautiful garden,
In a far away land,
Where God and this sweet angel
Walk hand in hand,
How lucky God is
To have such a treasure
Take care of this angel Lord,
Forever and ever .love Linda xxx

Linda Summerfield July 24, 2009

WITH LOVE TO YOU LAUREN

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*ღ* Lift your eyes up*ღ* by Josie Matthews *ღ*

Lift your eyes up to the sky

There is no need to stand and cry

For up above is the one you love

Being carried to peace on the Wings of a Dove

♥*•.♥*•.♥*•.♥*•.♥*•.♥*•.♥*•.♥*•.♥*•.♥*•.♥

*ღ* Heart Flight *ღ* by Lee Gilley *ღ*

Fly, little dove of white,

Into a sky of blue.

Fly, little dove of white,

Our hearts rise up with you.

♥*•.♥*•.♥*•.♥*•.♥*•.♥*•.♥*•.♥*•.♥*•.♥*•.♥

*ღ* Carry Me Home *ღ* by Lee Gilley

My loved ones do not cry And worry for me

For like the dove I have been set free.

God has called me

To my mansion on high

Just there among the clouds

In the deep blue sky.

I have no pain

No suffering to do

I have been called home

And I know you will too.

♥*•.♥*•.♥*•.♥*•.♥*•.♥*•.♥*•.♥*•.♥*•.♥*•.♥

Lona Buxton July 23, 2009

GOODNIGHT SWEET LAUREN, GOD BLESS.x
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A BEAUTIFUL STAR SHINES WHERE
YOU REST,
FOR AN ANGEL WE LOVE AND CAN
NEVER FORGET ***

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LOVE TO YOU ALWAYS ANGEL.xxx

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Lona Buxton July 21, 2009

~~~ PRECIOUS CHILD ~~~

Precious little child of mine,
You were my sweetest dream;
When you took your journey Home,
I wonder what was seen.

I knew the angels whispered,
From the look upon your face;
I knew that you were going,
To a restful, peaceful place.

And while my arms are empty,
My heart is filled with dreams;
Of you at peace in Heaven,
That place eyes have not seen.

So rest my child in God's safe arms,
Let angels kiss your face;
Till then, I hold you in my heart,
Till I meet you in that place.

End Child Abuse Now (Soul Mate) July 17, 2009

HEAVENLY BIRTHDAY WISHES XXXX

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Broken Hearted Mum July 16, 2009

Happy Birthday Little Angel

Happy Birthday sweet angel thinking of you always and forever, hope you have fun in heaven's garden sleep peacefully lots of love kelly xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Kelly Bendall July 16, 2009
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