Birth date: Sep 12, 1952 Death date: May 1, 2025
Dr. John Adrian Mulder, a devoted husband, loving father, revered physician, and cherished friend, died peacefully at Vanderbilt Hospital after a short bout of pneumonia on May 1, 2025. John was born in Pontiac, MI to Rev. Dr. Jo Read Obituary
John was a champion for everything and everyone he believed in. I was blessed to have known him for decades as a colleague in hospice starting at Alive Hospice in Nashvile. He was always there with a helpful hand and heart of gold. His Christmas CD was as a favorite in our home. May his memory be eternal.
Our deepest condolences to my cousin John Adrian . You lived an extraordinary life of service to others. Prayers and love to your family.
Love- Ingrid and Carl Fuderer
My fondest memories will be the one on one get togethers - usually breakfast but sometimes lunches or even teas and the various fun places we found to
eat and all of the conversations
Ron Duemler
Dear Family of Dr. John Mulder,
I was saddened to hear of John's passing. I first met John as his supervising physician during his family medicine residency, when he came to the Sparta Health Center for his outpatient experience.
Later, I regarded him as my mentor in hospice medicine. He was always so kind to answer my questions about the business and practice of hospice work, when I concluded my family medicine career as a hospice physician. He was held in high regard by so many of his colleagues.
We will miss him.
Blessings,
George E. Drake, M.D., F.A.A.F.P.
Edwardsburg, Michigan
Sending prayers & peace to the Mulder family. Even though I did not know him, he was an excellent Dr & an asset to the Medical Community. He will be missed by many!
Take Care,
Sharon Kieft ❤️
Dr. John Adrian Mulder.
Pioneer. Photographer. Poet. Palliative Care Extraordinaire. Personable. Presciverience.
Privileged to be a friend, colleague, and a confidant.
Positivity. Possibly from another world or lifetime.
Passionate. Peaceful. Patient. Perceptive. Philanthropic. Perservering. Palpable. Phenomenon.
If that is just the tip of the iceberg of the P words everyone that ever encountered you can say in the letter P, imagine how many more words we want to say….
How many more words, we wish we knew, how better to say thank you.
You are a paragon of how to live.
How to love, how to die, and how our grief can sound like an ability, like a personification of the prevailing winds. Even when we are lost in its storm.
I have had the greatest professional privilege to call myself your pupil.
Yet I would trade it all for our friendship. Yet that word doesn’t start with P. And you gave me that from the Preface.
I named my first born child after you, Adrian shines to this day. I remember the day you and Lisa got to meet Adrian at the River like it was yesterday.
I also remember so many words of wisdom, so many photos you took “in the storms”, so many songs of trials.
I will share one of each here.
Words: The eye of the Hurricane: In palliative care we need to enter the eye of the hurricane, the storm is swarming all around us. We can feel the prevailing winds. Yet we need to stay in the eye long enough so everyone can find peace amongst her storm.
It is here and only here that we work, and we must work no matter the storm.
Photos: You gifted me a photo at the Grand Haven Pier at Sunset. This photo was depicted right after not one, not two, but 3 tornadoes passed the pier.
You ordered the print on metal, so I could pass your message of peace within the eye of the storm,
on now, and for generation to come.
Songs: Grace is Enough (written by a band of brothers and sisters awaiting lung transplants)
Storms won’t be still
When floods overtake
And all hope is lost
-How do you come back
When the line has been crossed?
We are broken from loss
And from temptation—
Where do we find our hope
In salvation——
We all have pain
We all have sorrow
Some are redeemed
And Some let it go
When you empty yourself of all that you want
You can be filled with all you need.
Grace is enough
Simple and true
Grace is enough
To save me and you.
Postface: I will meet you in the eye once again.
With all of my love: Danny
