William "Bill" F Marvin

William Frank Marvin (aka Bill/Pap/PopPop) passed peacefully on December 10, 2016 in Oro Valley, Arizona at the age of 87. Bill was born on October 31, 1929 in Bay City, Michigan. Bill is survived by his wife Lori of 37 years; his brother, Russ Marvin of Bay City, MI; son, Bill (Carol) Marvin of Dayton, OH; daughter, Pam (Michael) Armstrong of Lebanon, OH; son, Bruce (Lora) Marvin of Chillicothe, OH; son, Kevin Marvin of Tucson, AZ; daughter, Rhonda (Andrew) Mills of Sparks, NV; daughter, Teresa (Marshall) Sanders of Tucson, AZ; daughter, Julie (Ben) Sanders of Tucson, AZ. Bill also had three granddaughters, Adriann (Michael) Armocida of Springboro, OH; Ashlee (Ian) Walton of Dayton, OH; Lexi Sanders of Tucson, AZ; one grandson, Dillon (Amanda) Argabrite of Kettering, OH; five great-grandchildren, Noah of Dayton, OH; Meghan of Springboro, OH; Logan of Springboro, OH; Antonia of Springboro, OH; Olivia of Dayton, OH; and several nieces and nephews. Bill served in the military and worked nearly five decades as a government contractor. Bill never met a stranger, he befriended everyone. They knew him, bonded with him, and listened as he told them stories, experiences and general silliness. Having grown up in Michigan and studied at the University of Michigan, Bill enthusiastically supported "his blue team" to the very end. A Celebration of Life Service will be held on Sunday, December 18, 2016 at 3pm at Vista de la Montana United Methodist Church in Catalina, Arizona. In lieu of flowers, please make donations to the American Heart Association. High Flight By: John Gillespie Magee, Jr. Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, --and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of --Wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air... Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark or even eagle flew -- And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.