Jean C. Gear Wetherell, 95, of North Haven, passed away peacefully on Tuesday, March 10, 2020 at Yale New Haven Hospital with her family by her side. Wife of the late James E. Wetherell. Mother of John Wetherell, Jeffry Wetherell (Lisa), Jolene Howard (Joseph), Jan Wetherell (Joan), Jean Barbaro (Robert) and the late Jerome and James Wetherell (survived Pam). She was also blessed with 24 grandchildren and 4 great grandchildren. Jean was born in Newport, RI on May 25, 1924. During her younger years, along with her twin sister, she would perform dance routines for the USO in support of the troops. Along with having a passion for dance, she was a member of the Legion of Mary, the Prison Ministry and the Catholic United for the Faith. She enjoyed reading and writing poetry, was active with her faith and church, and very active with her grandchildren’s activities whom she loved dearly. Jean will always be remembered as devoted to the Blessed Virgin Mary and her great love of children especially a new born baby where she would recite “In all the days that have gone by I have never found a thing that fills me with such happiness and makes my being sing”
The visiting hour will be Saturday morning from 9:30 to 10:30 with a prayer session at 10:15 at The Havens Family, North Haven Funeral Home, 36 Washington Avenue. Her funeral procession will leave at 10:30. A Mass of Christian burial will be celebrated in St. Ambrose Parish at St. Monica Church, 1331 Middletown Avenue, Northford at 11:00 am. Interment will follow in All Saints Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to the Right to Life, 117 Southmayd Road, Waterbury, CT 06705.

ONE OF JEAN’S FAVORITE POEM

Through the eyes of the baby whom do we see? Why it’s the little Lord Jesus looking out at you and me The face of the baby Ever so dear A constant reminder The Infant Jesus is near It does not matter the color or race there’s a divine inspiration on each little child’s face Who can conceive before he’s born the joy a baby brings the little smile upon his face that makes the heartstrings sing. The way her squirms with such delight when human voices coo the faces of angels he must see it surely must be true The little baby unconcerned what makes us love him so it must be he comes from God our senses let us know In all my days that have gone by I have never found thing that feels me with such happiness and makes my being sing Then God’s own sweet creation the baby soft and new into whose body a soul he gently blew The only thing surpassing this if I could one day see his shining precious countenance in God’s eternity Another name for baby can be the word of love For whom reflects such innocence and sweetness that’s above The infant of all purity must surely dwell therein The infant of all purity must surely dwell therein The greatest gift that God bestows is His love through the gift of life No more treasured way than birth itself and hear the newborn baby cry.