William Martincic, IBM retiree
William Martincic, 73, of Rockledge, Fla., passed away Monday, June 30, 2014, at Wuestoff Hospital in Rockledge with his loving wife of 53 years by his side.
"Bill" was born in Johnstown, Pa., April 20. 1941, to Caroline (Gates) and William Martincic. He attended Ferndale-Dale High School and upon graduation moved to Bethesda, Md., and became employed by IBM corporation. He took leave from his job to join the U.S. Navy, taking a brief time to return to Maryland and marry his fiancé, Raylene Sheets. They moved to Jacksonville Fla., and he served two, six-month cruises aboard the aircraft carrier USS Saratoga. When his four years of duty were up, he returned to his job with IBM. Bill furthered his career by working for several companies in the Washington, D.C. area, where he was a successful computer salesman.
They moved to Rockledge in 2010, after retirement and he enjoyed the warm weather and playing golf with friends. He was a member of the VFW, American Legion, AMVETS, the Loyal Order of Moose, and a past member of The Fraternal Order of Eagles. You might say that he was a very social personal and really enjoyed his friends that he made all over.
Bill is survived by his loving wife, Raylene (Sheets) Martincic; daughters Alyson Boswell (Dru), Adrienne Martincic (fiancé, Steve Sherman) and April Nickerson (Jeff); three wonderful grandsons, Tucker, Tanner and Tripp; sister Judy Adamson; brothers Hap, Jim and Warren Turner.
He was predeceased by his father, mother, and stepfather Arthur Turner; sister-in-law Janet Turner; and brother-in-law Tom Adamson. Bill's family is one that is very close. He was a good father, grandfather and loving husband, a loving and trustworthy friend, and one who possessed the attribute of a heart of gold.
He will be cremated in Rockledge and there will be a service and Celebration of Life in his honor Sunday July 13, at 1 p.m., at the VFW Post Home, 101 State St., Rehoboth Beach.
It is hard to understand why people are taken from us so early, but find comfort in knowing that you were a special part of a well-lived life. When God calls us home, he leaves a gift of memories in exchange.