Christine A. White

Christine Anne White, 68, of Dennis died Tuesday June 30th at Brigham & Women’s Hospital in Boston after living with glioblastoma for almost two years. Christine was born December 25, 1957 in New Bedford to Martha and Leo Goyette. She was predeceased by her parents and sister (Angelika Mrochem). She attended Rogers School in Fairhaven, as well as the Baker and Wixon schools in Dennis, graduated from Dennis-Yarmouth Regional High School in 1975, then completed the cosmetology program at Cape Cod Regional Technical High School.

Christine married Douglas White on April 7, 1985 in Dennis after having met him while working at Jordan Marsh in Hyannis. In addition to becoming a full-time homemaker and at-home parent, Christine completed stints as a bus aide for the school district and volunteer for organizations including the East Dennis Ladies Aid Society and the Family Pantry’s Second Glance Thrift Boutique in Harwich.

Christine is survived by her husband Douglas, daughter Laura (Adam Hart) of Harwich, as well as daughter Lucy (Valdierico Fernandes) and son Phillip of Dennis. Her sister Lorraine Goyette (Lawrence Locke) also resides in Dennis. Brother Kurt Mrochem and sister Erna Meyer (Herbert) reside in Germany.

Christine will be remembered for her wit, care for a succession of beloved pets, and sense of style. Mostly, she will be remembered for her wholehearted investment in her children’s lives and being the foundation for a well-built life with Douglas. Finally, she will be remembered for the grace and strength with which she managed a most threatening disease and the leadership that showed her loved ones how to cope.

A service and reception will be held at 11am on Saturday August 8, 2026 at Cape Cod Covenant Church in Brewster. Interment at the Massachusetts National Cemetery in Bourne will be private. Donations in Christine’s honor may be made to the Glioblastoma Research Organization (www.gbmresearch.org).

"When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. … And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.” —Maya Angelou