February 22, 2023
February 22, 2023
Happy heavenly Birthday, Jean!! Miss you always!
This memorial website honors the memory of Jean Mulhern. Please come together here and share your memories,
stories, and photos of Jean.
Jean chose to not have a funeral service, so more in keeping with her style we are planning a summertime gathering with food, friends and family. We invite all whose lives were touched by Jean to join us in a day of celebration of her life. If you'd like to be notified when the details are in place, please send an email to:
Jean M. Mulhern, of Lynn, passed away at home in the care of hospice on May 3.
Jean was born on Feb 22, 1954 in Boston to Bradford and Isabel Mulhern. She grew up in Wakefield, Ma. where she was active in multiple sports.
After attending Mass College of Art, Jean began a ten-year career at Boston City Hospital, where she was a member of the first class of women to serve on Health and Hospitals ambulances. She then began a career in health insurance at Blue Cross, becoming an underwriter working at several medical re-insurers, and retired when necessitated by health issues.
In her retirement, Jean volunteered at PALS, a cat rescue operation in Salem as Volunteer Coordinator, and then as a SHINE counselor aiding Seniors to navigate the intricacies of health insurance, serving in the senior centers in Revere and Saugus and at the Jack Satter House.
She lived eighteen years with metastatic breast cancer and never lost her sense of humor.
Jean is survived by her partner of 32 years, Janice Lareau; by her siblings Bradford Mulhern and his wife Karen of Nashua N.H, Leslie Mulhern of San Francisco, CA, Priscilla Mulhern of Syracuse, N.Y, Andrew Mulhern, and sister-in-law Frankie Dietz of Napa, CA. She was predeceased by her brother Neil of Seattle WA. She also leaves numerous loving cousins, nephews and friends.
In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations to PALS at palscats.org.
Jean chose to not have a funeral service, so more in keeping with her style we are planning a summertime gathering with food, friends and family. We invite all whose lives were touched by Jean to join us in a day of celebration of her life. If you'd like to be notified when the details are in place, please send an email to:
rememberingjean2021@gmail.com
Thanks to so many wonderful family and friends, Jean was surrounded by beautiful flowers for her last days. Rather than sending more flowers, please consider a donation to her favorite charity PALS: https://palscats.org/Jean M. Mulhern, of Lynn, passed away at home in the care of hospice on May 3.
Jean was born on Feb 22, 1954 in Boston to Bradford and Isabel Mulhern. She grew up in Wakefield, Ma. where she was active in multiple sports.
After attending Mass College of Art, Jean began a ten-year career at Boston City Hospital, where she was a member of the first class of women to serve on Health and Hospitals ambulances. She then began a career in health insurance at Blue Cross, becoming an underwriter working at several medical re-insurers, and retired when necessitated by health issues.
In her retirement, Jean volunteered at PALS, a cat rescue operation in Salem as Volunteer Coordinator, and then as a SHINE counselor aiding Seniors to navigate the intricacies of health insurance, serving in the senior centers in Revere and Saugus and at the Jack Satter House.
She lived eighteen years with metastatic breast cancer and never lost her sense of humor.
Jean is survived by her partner of 32 years, Janice Lareau; by her siblings Bradford Mulhern and his wife Karen of Nashua N.H, Leslie Mulhern of San Francisco, CA, Priscilla Mulhern of Syracuse, N.Y, Andrew Mulhern, and sister-in-law Frankie Dietz of Napa, CA. She was predeceased by her brother Neil of Seattle WA. She also leaves numerous loving cousins, nephews and friends.
In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations to PALS at palscats.org.
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February 22, 2022
February 22, 2022
This wonderful woman and her one of a kind dog, Eddie , will forever be in my heart. She was such a kind, gentle person. Eddie was Eddie. I loved him. And my Jax loved Jean!! The dog park is not the same!
February 22, 2022
February 22, 2022
One year later I smile at her and miss her wonderful personality!
May 16, 2021
May 16, 2021
Jean was a treasured friend and the world is lonelier without her. We will always miss her humor, kindness and "dog happy hour."
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021
Dear Jean,
Two nights ago I had one of those vivid dreams, you know, the kind that stick with you for days or forever after you awaken from them.
In this dream, we had made plans to meet for lunch at a place you recommended. You gave me the directions to it. It was upstairs. The decor included barnboard and nautical colors and themes. Paintings of anchors and a mermaid over the bar.
I waited in a booth for you to arrive. After a while, I became worried that you weren't coming, that I was in the wrong place or had the date wrong. So I called you on the bartender's phone. 245-4137. That was the number I dialed. No area code. You answered the phone and said you were on your way.
I was thrilled.
Moments later, I woke up, but in that strange place between sleeping and waking, I vaccilated between relief and joy that you were still alive--because I had talked to you myself. I wasn't dreaming. I heard your voice. There was no way I would have found that restaurant without you giving me directions to it. Then uncertainty... you and Jan have such similar voices on the phone... It must have been Jan I was talking to. But it had to have been you. I called the Mulhern phone number in Wakefield, the one carved into my memory from early childhood, before you had even met Jan.
My heart was beating fast when I finally opened my eyes, before sadness enveloped me.
I am so sad that you are gone. Doesn't seem believable. Not you, Jean: My strongest, smartest cousin.
I have flashes of the past...Memories of Jordan Ave and you and a couple of friends (Kathy Queenie, Chrissy Bloom?) in that big "play house" behind your house wearing Beatles wigs and singing Beatles songs in front of a fake microphone. You were the lead singer. George Harrison, I think. I was the awe-struck audience of one. You were such a great impersonator!
Then there were magical summer days on Stedman St, playing Clue on the grass next to the driveway... You taught me how to play the most fun card game I've ever played: Spit... And summer camp at Grotonwood Baptist Camp. We were in the same tent. You were good--the BEST--at every camp activity. You won every race, on foot and by canoe on the pond. You won the title of Miss Grotonwood that summer. :)
And you could draw anything--the warmest, funniest, detailed caricatures of family scenes and family members, of Grammy MacKay in her hats & old lady shoes & glasses, her arms piled high with packages from shopping. You drew bureau drawers with socks half hanging out... You nailed it, Jean! Always the truth-teller, whether through hilarious drawings or by, umm, "correcting" my colorful imagination. Like when I described my 8' tall teacher, Miss Hedstrom. She WAS 8 feet tall, I insisted, against your guffaws. No room for metaphors. Had to be factually correct. :)
We were roommates, too, on Symphony Rd, in the '70s. I moved into the tiny room with my pet monkey with the bad manners. (Remember what he did on our neighbor's bald head?) I've been listening to that Pointer Sisters album I heard for the first time when you played it in that apartment... One of the songs is a mix: "I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair." Wow. So many memories!
The one other image I have in my head is of you sweeping the kitchen floor after Thanksgiving dinner on Stedman St. I offered to help, and you turned me down. You explained that it was very satisfying to sweep up a nice pile of dirt. That was you: Enjoying putting things in order. Cleaning up a mess.
How I will miss you, my only other "girl cousin" born in 1954.
Wish that wasn't a dream I had, Jeannie. Wish you had met me for lunch.
Love you, Jeannie!
Brenda (Frank)
Two nights ago I had one of those vivid dreams, you know, the kind that stick with you for days or forever after you awaken from them.
In this dream, we had made plans to meet for lunch at a place you recommended. You gave me the directions to it. It was upstairs. The decor included barnboard and nautical colors and themes. Paintings of anchors and a mermaid over the bar.
I waited in a booth for you to arrive. After a while, I became worried that you weren't coming, that I was in the wrong place or had the date wrong. So I called you on the bartender's phone. 245-4137. That was the number I dialed. No area code. You answered the phone and said you were on your way.
I was thrilled.
Moments later, I woke up, but in that strange place between sleeping and waking, I vaccilated between relief and joy that you were still alive--because I had talked to you myself. I wasn't dreaming. I heard your voice. There was no way I would have found that restaurant without you giving me directions to it. Then uncertainty... you and Jan have such similar voices on the phone... It must have been Jan I was talking to. But it had to have been you. I called the Mulhern phone number in Wakefield, the one carved into my memory from early childhood, before you had even met Jan.
My heart was beating fast when I finally opened my eyes, before sadness enveloped me.
I am so sad that you are gone. Doesn't seem believable. Not you, Jean: My strongest, smartest cousin.
I have flashes of the past...Memories of Jordan Ave and you and a couple of friends (Kathy Queenie, Chrissy Bloom?) in that big "play house" behind your house wearing Beatles wigs and singing Beatles songs in front of a fake microphone. You were the lead singer. George Harrison, I think. I was the awe-struck audience of one. You were such a great impersonator!
Then there were magical summer days on Stedman St, playing Clue on the grass next to the driveway... You taught me how to play the most fun card game I've ever played: Spit... And summer camp at Grotonwood Baptist Camp. We were in the same tent. You were good--the BEST--at every camp activity. You won every race, on foot and by canoe on the pond. You won the title of Miss Grotonwood that summer. :)
And you could draw anything--the warmest, funniest, detailed caricatures of family scenes and family members, of Grammy MacKay in her hats & old lady shoes & glasses, her arms piled high with packages from shopping. You drew bureau drawers with socks half hanging out... You nailed it, Jean! Always the truth-teller, whether through hilarious drawings or by, umm, "correcting" my colorful imagination. Like when I described my 8' tall teacher, Miss Hedstrom. She WAS 8 feet tall, I insisted, against your guffaws. No room for metaphors. Had to be factually correct. :)
We were roommates, too, on Symphony Rd, in the '70s. I moved into the tiny room with my pet monkey with the bad manners. (Remember what he did on our neighbor's bald head?) I've been listening to that Pointer Sisters album I heard for the first time when you played it in that apartment... One of the songs is a mix: "I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair." Wow. So many memories!
The one other image I have in my head is of you sweeping the kitchen floor after Thanksgiving dinner on Stedman St. I offered to help, and you turned me down. You explained that it was very satisfying to sweep up a nice pile of dirt. That was you: Enjoying putting things in order. Cleaning up a mess.
How I will miss you, my only other "girl cousin" born in 1954.
Wish that wasn't a dream I had, Jeannie. Wish you had met me for lunch.
Love you, Jeannie!
Brenda (Frank)
May 9, 2021
May 9, 2021
She was the best! I still laugh at her Facebook photo of her standing next to a highway sign saying, “DIP”. What a wonderful sense of humor! Great memories of her at PALS.
RIP, Jean.
RIP, Jean.
May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021
Dog park friendships are a special type of love. I am so thankful that Eddie HATED my pug Dewey. Because Dewey and Eddie’s frenemy status, Jean was one of the first people I got to know well when I moved to Lynn. The pups became friends slowly overtime, but from the very minute I stepped foot in that park, I instantly loved her. My Dewey passed back in March.
And it makes me smile to think of every time Jean showered my Dew with such tender and genuine affection while simultaneously yelling at Eddie for being Eddie...
...because I know wherever she may be, Dewey is going to find her and sneak in some snuggles.
And it makes me smile to think of every time Jean showered my Dew with such tender and genuine affection while simultaneously yelling at Eddie for being Eddie...
...because I know wherever she may be, Dewey is going to find her and sneak in some snuggles.
May 6, 2021
May 6, 2021
Cousin Jean was a guiding light
Her sparkle , smile and sense of humor along with her ability to be candid will be forever missed
Much love always to my older cousin
Don Mac Kay
Her sparkle , smile and sense of humor along with her ability to be candid will be forever missed
Much love always to my older cousin
Don Mac Kay
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February 22, 2023
February 22, 2023
Happy heavenly Birthday, Jean!! Miss you always!
February 22, 2022
February 22, 2022
This wonderful woman and her one of a kind dog, Eddie , will forever be in my heart. She was such a kind, gentle person. Eddie was Eddie. I loved him. And my Jax loved Jean!! The dog park is not the same!
February 22, 2022
February 22, 2022
One year later I smile at her and miss her wonderful personality!
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May 6, 2021
I met Jean at the dog park where she brought my favorite guy, Eddie. She was always telling Eddie to get off of me or stop jumping. He did neither because he did not care. Eddie was Eddie and we all loved him. Jean was such a caring person and loved all the dogs. Always such a pleasure to talk to. I believe it was a year ago last February ('20) that we met at the Lydia Pinkham building for a coffee. I wanted to see how she was doing. We had coffee and a long conversation about everything. When we left we decided to do it again in a month or so. Well thanks to Covid that did not happen. I did see her a few weeks ago sitting in the car at the dog park. Always cheerful. So glad I got to see her one last time. To say goodbye. She was such a special person. I will miss you, my friend.