Kevin MULDERRIG

To the Mulderrig Family: These are great photos and the way I will remember Kevin. He had a strange(?), zany sense of humor. Cherish your fond memories. With sympathy, from Jo Ann Tahara (Retired SPD)

Dear Clara, Eileen, Mike and Pat: We have just returned from being with the little boys in FL and just received the note from Eileen telling us of Kevin's passing. I am so sorry. He was a good and decent man, and I will always remember his kindness and patience with me when I was a pesky little kid hanging around he and Clara when they were dating, as well as a warm and caring friend through my adult years. My thoughts,love,and prayers go out to you all. I know he is up there with the...

I didn't know your dad, Eileen, but I pray for you and your family to have the comfort that only the Lord can give. It's been 11 years and I still miss my dad! Love to you.

Kevin was a true professional and gentleman. I enjoyed so much working with him throughout our careers. He truly will be missed.

My heartfelt prayers go out to our family and their friends during this time of mourning. My (other) favorite Uncle Kevin was by all accounts a great man, just as his brothers and sister. They are still pillars of the community to which they served and will continue to be so in the Here-after within the company of our Loved ones who have gone on before us. I hope to live up to their standards and be worthy of the name Mulderrig.

p.s. (3rd of January) Happy Birthday Dad! I'm sure...

Kevin had a smile that would light up the whole room. Being his friend made you feel special.
What a Grand Irishman.
What a Grand Friend.

What a sad day it is, when you look in the obits, and you see a familiar face, smiling back at you. I knew Mr. and Mrs. Mulderrig in a most indirect way, (I worked at the dental office they went to for years.) They were the kindest, sweetest of people, always. Well, Mr. Mulderrig was Irish....so that explains a lot, right there. Being that my mother's maiden name was Burke, I understand how special it is to be born Irish. I will never forget his loving care for his son-in-law, Rick. ...

Kevin was my oldest and dearest friend. We often played sports at Grant Field, the public park across the street from our respective homes.
In his youth, Kevin had a pet shepherd dog, Tommy. He was one of the most friendly and loyal creatures that God ever put on the face of the earth.
Kevin and I once rode on his motorcycle to Camp Miniluta, a girls summer camp in the Sierra foothills. It was an unauthorized surprise visit with one of the camp counselors. Her name was Carol...