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Lois E. Mulder

Lois Mulder (DeGood), aged 93, passed away on June 4, 2019.  She is survived by her four children and 11 grandchildren, David and Phyllis Mulder (Heather, Jill, Renee, David), Kathy and Bill Maas (Kara, Kim, Kelly, Ryan), Jack Mulder (John, Josh, Jamie), Mary and Steve Kloster; 20 great-grandchildren; sister, Helen (Bob) Walhof; brother, Lee (Jan) DeGood; step-siblings, Bonnie Nunes, Richard (Janet) Krosschell, James (Lorna) Krosschell; extended family and friends.  She was preceded in death by her husband, John, in 1957; daughter-in-law, Linda Mulder; grandchild, Julie Mulder; parents, William and Alice DeGood; brother, Russell (Nel) DeGood; step-mother, Gertrude DeGood; in-laws, John Sr. and Jennie Mulder, Della and Ed Flipse, Ruth and Gerald VanEeuwen, Gerald and Kay Martin, and Donald Mulder.  Lois was a woman of faith, love, and strength as she raised her four children on her own for decades after her husband’s death at age 30.  She was a member of Ninth Reformed Church and Standale Reformed Church and a former employee of Brookcrest Nursing Home. A Celebration of Life Service will be held on Monday, June 10, at 11 am at Matthysse-Kuiper-DeGraaf Funeral Home (Grandville) 4145 Chicago Dr. SW with Rev. Jess Shults officiating.  Interment Chapel Hill Memorial Gardens.  Relatives and friends may meet the family on Monday from 10-10:45 am prior to the service at the funeral home. Those who wish may make memorial contributions to Standale Reformed Church.

  1. I am so sorry for your loss. Although the pain of loosing our loved ones can often feel too great to bear, the Bible gives us a beautiful hope for the future, one which promises us a time when death and suffering will be no more, and we will be reunited with our loved ones that have fallen asleep in death (John 5:28). Isaiah 25:8 assures is: “He will swallow up death forever, and the Soverign Lord Jehovah will wipe away the tears from all faces.” May the God of all comfort help you to endure during this difficult time of loss.

    - Ashlynn
  2. When I consider my youth and think back to the times I lived locally in the Grand Rapids area and recollect on thoughts of “relatives” in the area, many people come to mind immediately. My Aunt Lois is certainly no exception. In fact, she always has been and always will be in the forefront of those memories and a very prominent figure in my adolescents. I remember countless explorations as a young boy in the back yard of her Division Street home. Unknown to me at the time, my parents, as well as my Aunt Lois, these explorations took us WELL beyond the boundaries of her lot lines! Back then, I didn’t even know the street name, but I could tell you exactly where the oil rigs were, as well as the “secret entry” to the ground level fort that the neighbor boys (who were several years older than I) had constructed out of lumber and logs…it was a tunnel dug into the ground which led to a basement (dirt pit) below the fort, in which the opening was covered with plywood and concealed with leaves and pine needles. Like me, I suspect most of my cousins will never forget the piano, the big metal swing set in the shady back yard, that familiar smell of Aunt Lois’s rec/play room – likely the result of the old piano – and among other things, her distinct laugh. I had not seen my Aunt Lois for several years, but I am so thankful for the opportunity that I had to visit with her within in the last couple years prior to her passing. Unknown to me as a youngster, Aunt Lois persevered through hardships in her life and worked hard to raise her children (my cousins) on her own. She did so much with very little for so long, one would have to believe that she could have probably done “anything”, with “nothing at all”! Yet she was always positive and encouraging, and faithful. She is someone who made a difference in my life and I will always remember her for such. I am thankful that she lived a good long life in relatively good health. She will be missed. But her memory will last a lifetime!

    - Kevin Walhof

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