Timothy Michael Marlowe was born in June, 1948 in Salt Lake City, Utah. He attended East High School and participated on the Junior Varsity basketball team and the golf team. He married Jeannine Smart (East ’67) in 1969 and celebrated in the Jade Room at Hotel Utah. In 1971, Missy was added to their family. She became known for participating in the 1988 Olympics when she was 17. Tim and Jeannine later divorced and he married Mary Carol Aubret in 1980. They had a child and later divorced. In 1996, he worked at Hill Air Force Base. He is survived by a brother, Daniel and a sister, Diana Fox.
Kathy Schoenhals (Feigal)
For Tim
Not every life fits neatly into a story.
Tim's path ended in silence,
but there's a kind of grace
in choosing to remember that every person
was once a child,
full of hope,
longing to be known.
We can imagine there were people he lost touch with,
words left unsaid,
relationships that didn't heal.
He cheered from the sidelines as someone he loved rose
to incredible heights,
an achievement that became a legacy,
woven into history.
We may not know who Tim was to everyone,
but we do know this:
He was part of our time,
our shared hallways,
our stories.
And in that spirit,
we mark his passing not with certainty,
but with humility.
With the hope that wherever his journey has taken him now,
it includes rest.
And release.
And maybe, finally -
Peace.
Jesse Fox
I remember Tim but wasn't close. I just wanted to comment that Kathy's poem was so moving and said so much to me about all whom I have come in contact with over the years. We all should take every opportunity to lift up those with whom we share parts of our lives. Thanks Kathy. That meant a lot to me. I hope Tim and his family are at peace, also.
Doug Rigby
Kathy's poem and Jesse's comments are a fine way to remember my relationship with Tim. We were a group of rebellious kids growing up and rather than learn the rules, chose our own. Some of us settled into a more conforming lifestyle and some kept choosing their own. We were lucky to have grown up with all of you, who accepted most of our shenanigans. Good bye to an old friend.
David Cockayne
Tim was my friend. We golfed, skied, played cards and hunted together. Tim was comforable with Tim and had a calmness about him that I remember well. He thrived outdoors with his natural survival skills while enjoying nature. After High School we went our different paths, and I am thankful that I didn't have to endure the trials and hardships that Tim experienced. I will remember Tim with great fondness and as a friend.
RuthAnn Spencer (Smith)
I don't recall knowing Tim but I really enjoyed Kathy's poem! Well done, Kathy. Thank you!
Dave Pedersen
I did not know Tim in High School, but we worked together at the Primary Hospital after college. He was so easy to talk to. I always liked when he was on shift with me. He was so down to earth, non judgemental, easy going. He was so proud of his daughter Missy. Almost everyday he talked about her. He brought pictures to show all of us. Though I have not seen him for many years. I will miss him and cherish the memories we shared together.
Ann Whitney (Floor)
I met Tim when we were students at Wasatch Elementary and he was a captain on the crossing guard team, one of my dear childhood friends. I have such fond memories of him and will continue to miss him, as I have for the many years since I've seen him. Godspeed to you, Tim.
Ann Whitney Floor
Arthur Sandack
The inimitable Tim Marlowe.
Tim and I were the first crossing guards at Wasatch in 6th grade of the lower grade school’s tunnel under south temple and remained close friends through high school and beyond. He tricked me into believing there was a problem that very first day we boyed the tunnel.. We both worked at holy cross hospital and were close neighbors and poker buddies but over time saw much less of each other as the wildness is out grown. After his family home sold recently. I totally lost track of him.
He had a flair for life and deep spirituality that simmered quietly inside him. On the outside his blossoming endless keen observations, and humorous hypotheses were always entertaining and interesting. He endured and abided as the Dude did.
We were born one day apart and he was my senior by that day and in so many other ways. I always admired and envied his natural athletic talents. I never took up golf so I missed his brillance out there.
Kathy’s poem captures at heart his essence and mystery and our loss. I’m thankful for her fine tribute. I appreciate Doug’s tactful reference to our shenanigans, of we boys, at play. I miss him dearly. He had rare style and beauty.