Funeral Costs for Summer Ghent
Summer was born with severe hydroancephaly and other crippling health & life challenges. She was born blind and unable to speak. Medically-speaking, Summer wasn't supposed to live past her first birthday. Her mother totally disagreed.
She was a blessing, and a source of joy, love and amazing life-lessons to anyone who knew her.
The Ghent family is struggling to raise the funds needed to pay for Summer's funeral. It's $20,000 for all of the funeral expenses from start to finish. Any donation ($1, $5, $10) or more that you could make toward this huge sum will support in reducing the staggering costs of Summer's funeral expenses and lessen the incredible stress and burden this family is under.
Barb Ghent is a single-mom and a widow, having lost her husband (Summer's dad) Pete) 9 years ago and has given the past 19 years of her life to the private home care of her child and to her other two surviving children Richard and Madison. They sincerely need our help to pay for this inevitable event. We are asking that everyone help so that they can gather and celebrate the life of Summer and send her to heaven. The family has been through enough without shouldering this intense financial burden too. Please help.
A reflection about Summer from her sister Madison
"No one has ever really understood what its like growing up with my sister Summer. A sister who cannot walk, talk or see. Everyone always says "I'm sorry" or "that's awful" but to tell you the truth.. it's not. Growing up I definitely wished to have a sister to play with like my friends from time to time. But when it really came down to it ~ me and my sister never fought. No bad words ever came from her mouth. She never told me she hated me and she never stole my clothes. She never ate the last Oreo or went in my room when I wasn't home. And she hardly ever cried. Actually she was perfect. How could someone be so happy all the time? Without using words, she taught me so many things through life that I can't put into words myself. A beautiful girl, a miracle, sunshine on a cloudy day ~ that's my sister and that's why Summer was her name. It's still not reality but last night my sister was brought to a better place. She has been sick for a few weeks and there was really nothing more that could be done. Just know the only thing I can think of and have ever thought of with her on my mind is smiles and laughter. Rest in peace my sweet Summer ~ you are the best gift"
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46 Old Hawleyville Road
Newtown, CT 06470
Updates on time and date for services to follow.
Summer Ann Ghent, 18, of Newtown died peacefully at home February 3. “She left her life with us as an earth angel so she could become an angel that watches over everyone,” said her family. Summer was born February 12, 1996, in Danbury, and was brought home to her house in Newtown where she started her life full of love, laughter, and music. She was the daughter of Barbara Ghent and the late Peter Ghent.
Summer had amazing taste in music. She loved The Grateful Dead, Neil Young, and James Taylor, who she always sang along with. Another sound that was music to her ears was the sound of farts, which was a guaranteed belly laugh. She did not know the meaning of hate. She never got angry and never wanted anything materialistic. Her family remembers her as the being that we all strive to be, and as the “epitome of pure love.”
Her “Mommy”; her big sister Madison; her big brother Richard and his girlfriend, Lynn; three of her very best friends in the world; her compassionate caregivers throughout her whole life, the Ghent and Klein families; and the many friends whose lives she touched survive Summer, as well as her two beloved dogs and her three cuddle buddy kitties. Her “Daddy” predeceased her.
Calling hours will be Sunday, February 8, from 2 to 5 pm, at the Honan Funeral Home 58 Main Street, Newtown. The funeral service will take place Monday, February 9, at noon, at Newtown United Methodist Church, 92 Church Hill Road, Sandy Hook.
My beautiful sister Summer never wanted a thing. She never wanted to be spoiled with gifts or money.
At the most all she every wanted was someone to go into her room and make elephant noises with their mouth. Or her favorite James Taylor song to be playing so she could sing along. Or for one of the millions of cats we’ve had to lay next to her. Or to be able to watch the Little Mermaid for the thousandth time.
In a word, she was perfect.
I know that word gets tossed around a lot. Perfect game. Perfect meal. “Mr. Perfect” Curt Henning. But, that’s what she was.
At first glance, maybe it wouldn’t seem that way. Summer could never walk. She couldn’t speak words. She couldn’t see. But whether you lived with her or knew her only for a few brief, wonderful moments. You just knew that she was, in fact, perfect.
She never judged anyone no matter who you were. There was not one ounce of anger or negative energy in her body. She only knew love and honestly, how many people can you name are actually that pure and innocent?
Summer was never supposed to see the age of two. But she wasn’t having it. Instead, she decided to defy every odd and every complication to live to almost 19 years old. Next week, on the 12th, would have been her birthday.
My eyes have been burning all day with tears, and I’ve had a massive lump in my throat since I found out the news this morning. But I know if Summer could live through everything she did, I can make it through today. I’m not religious in any way, but I know she’s looking down from somewhere with her father now and smiling that big smile only she could.
Thank you, my Summie, my muffin, for teaching me love and compassion. You’re brother, beautiful big sister, and superhuman-like mother will never forget you and will always cherish you.
I was not even sure I was going to write anything, but I lay here afraid to fall asleep. I am not even really sure why this is. And it is with a heavy heart that I do. I just feel broken.
Early this morning the most beautiful being left this planet. My Summer girl. I was so tired when I went to lay down in her room last night. I've actually been tired for weeks. She hadn't been feeling well. I told her before I laid down that I was taking her to the doctor this morning, I guess she wasn't having that. There's been so many of those trips. I made sure her O2 sat was good, kissed her little cheek and laid down thinking I would just close my eyes for a little bit. The nurse woke me up when she got here this morning and Summer was gone. She just went to sleep. And I screamed. I screamed for a long time.
Summer was and will always be perfect. The epitome of pure, pure love. What an honor it was/is to be her mother. I was humbled by her every single day for the past (almost) 19 years. I sometimes felt unworthy to be in the presence of such a being. For all of my whining about everyday problems, I would walk in her room at any given moment and she would smile. Not just any smile, but the most AMAZING smile you had ever seen. Talk about putting things in perspective. And boy, did she give me those checks all the time. It was the simple things that made her smile. When some weird noise made her belly laugh, I ran with that. I would do it constantly just so I could hear that laugh over and over again. Sometimes I would think that she was thinking - "this lady is crazy".
And our road wasn't easy, but worth every single bump, twist and turn. She made me understand the definition of unconditional love. She never wanted for anything materialistic, she was never angry. She asked for love only. She was the best teacher I could've ever asked for, again, I am humbled.
For all that they told me she would never understand - I am so glad to say they were wrong. She knew her favorite songs, the wonder pets, Dora (who I would tell her that I wanted to be when I grew up), her kitties, sloppy doggie kisses (they LOVED to give her kisses) her brother and sister and her best friends in the whole world - Carrie and Robin.
I really don't know how to be anything other than "Summer's Mom" because this is how I introduced myself thousands of times. And there hasn't been a day that she wasn't in this house which doesn't feel like a home anymore. It was home because of her. And I don't know what I will do with myself now, I've spent so long doing for her. I am lost. I want to run and scream. I just want HER. I was starting to believe she would be here forever.
Thank you for reading this and thank you for letting me write it. I appreciate you all so very much.
I'd like to echo Dawns sentiments. PLEASE share this on your pages. The more people who are reached the better!
Thanks to everyone who shares this out there. Even if U can't donate...U are an angel for getting it in front of who can. Xo