Douglas 'Joe' Josiah Eugene White

IN LOVING MEMORY OF
DOUGLAS “JOE” J.E. WHITE

BORN
July 29, 1974
Atlantic, Iowa

PASSED AWAY
January 28, 2014
Sheldon, Iowa

FUNERAL SERVICE
1:00 P.M. Saturday, February 1, 2014
Vander Ploeg Funeral Home; Sheldon, Iowa
Kenneth Versteeg ~ Officiating


Burial will be at a later date.
There will be No Visitation

HONORARY CASKET BEARERS
John Holt Justin Holt
Scott Zeilenga David Loveall
Anthony Ramirez Jenna Johnson
Kellye Kleinhesselink

In lieu of flowers the family request that memorials be given to the:
Village Northwest Unlimited

Arrangements are under the care of the
Vander Ploeg Funeral Home; Sheldon, Iowa.


DOUGLAS “JOE” J.E. WHITE
Douglas “Joe” Josiah Eugene White, the son of Douglas Alfred Jr. and Angela (Harris) White, was born July 29, 1974 in Atlantic, Iowa where he grew-up and attended school, graduating from Atlantic High School. In 1997, he moved to Sheldon, Iowa to be closer to his family and started working for Aalfs Manufacturing. On August 12, 2000, he started working at the Village Northwest Unlimited as a Residential Skills Trainer. Joe passed away at his parents’ home in Sheldon, on January 28, 2014, reaching the age of 39 years, 5 months and 30 days.
Joe enjoyed listening and playing music, he played the drums, keyboard and guitar, and he also enjoyed photography and disk golf.
Joe is survived by his mother and stepfather, Angela and Jeff McCuddin of Sheldon, Iowa; a brother, Matthew Jon White of Cleghorn, Iowa; a half-brother, Brandon McCuddin of Stillwater, Minnesota; step-brothers, Jeffery McCuddin of Holmen, Wisconsin; Michael McCuddin of Sheldon, Iowa; his paternal grandmother, Barbara Harris of Atlantic, Iowa; his paternal step grandmother, Delores McCuddin of Sioux City, Iowa as well as other relatives and friends and co-workers.
He was preceded in death by his dad, Douglas Alfred White Jr.; and his grandparents.


With its multitudinous razor-thin appendages gradually draws him in toward his own death; or what he occasionally surmised was the death of the world; the death of reality. It made him wonder if the strange phenomenon that those around him agreed to call reality was not instead some elaborate dream sustained by a desperate populace, a web, of attached organisms sharing a protracted, impenetrable delusion; a delusion that he must nevertheless share during much of his waking life.

By: Douglas Josiah White