Denis Anthony Marsh

Denis A. Marsh, 72, of Springfield Township went to his true home on August 7, 2017. He was born to Dorothy Ruth Marsh and John A. Marsh on September 17, 1944. Denis was a graduate of Central Catholic High School and the University of Toledo. Denis served in the 180th Tactical Fighter Group, Combat Support Squadron, from 1967-73 attaining the rank of E-6, Technical Sergeant. He worked for the Boy Scouts of America for 9 years as a District Executive. Later Denis worked for 30 years as a salesman and branch manager in the insurance and securities industry representing several firms in Toledo. He was a Life Member of the Adams Conservation Club, most recently serving as the Indoor Pistol Chairman. He loved doing yard work at Adams and canoeing along the Maumee River. Denis is survived by his devoted wife, Sandra. They enjoyed 50 years of marriage while rearing two loving sons, Brian (Jennifer) and Timothy (Laura). Seven cherished grandchildren also remain, Emily, William, Eric, Elizabeth, Meredith, Michael, and Lydia. His brother Frederic also survives. Denis enjoyed feeding and observing wildlife in his backyard. He also enjoyed walking Gracie, his lab-hound, at the MetroParks; especially Oak Openings. Denis has requested there be no services. If you wish to honor his memory, feed the birds and be good stewards of the earth. He is deeply loved and is dearly missed in so many ways. Online condolences may be placed at walkerfuneralhomes.com Gone From My Sight By Henry Van Dyke I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. Then, someone at my side says, There, she is gone. Gone where? Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast, hull and spar as she was when she left my side. And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me not in her. And, just at the moment when someone says, There, she is gone, there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, Here she comes! And that is dying