Marilyn Kay Slover was born to Bernice Elizabeth and John Lee Slover on May 7th, 1943, in Wheat Ridge, Colorado. At the age of 4 she moved with her parents and her older sister, Marjorie, to Nampa, Idaho. When Marilyn was 12 years old, she, along with her parents, joined together with the little band of old-fashioned holiness people to form the "BIBLE MISSIONARY UNION." Those were great and glorious days as Brother Glenn Griffith led that fledgling group of shouting saints, and a few years later found her headed off to Bible Missionary Institute, where she met and eventually married Phil Franklin. She was his loving, faithful, and devoted wife. They were married for 58 years until Phil passed away of covid in 2021. Marilyn worked by her husband as they pastored 6 Bible Missionary Churches in 5 different states. Marilyn was a loyal friend and a gentle peacemaker who loved music, the piano, and singing. I can still remember her playing her own composition on the piano, though I don't think she ever wrote it down. Their home was blessed with three children, by whom she is survived: Lori and Karl Otto, Tami and Ron Miller, and Ron and Karen Franklin.She also has 10 grandchildren and 17 great-grandchildren. Tami remembers that our mother loved road trips and that she knew all the state songs and would sing them as we went through each state. She was a stay-at-home mom, though she did do caregiving work in her later years. Mom enjoyed gardening and had lots of houseplants. Her favorite flowers were yellow roses. She loved all animals but especially dogs. She also would have loved an iron with auto-off because many were the times we turned around to go back and make sure the iron was turned off. Marilyn was a genuine, heartfelt Christian, a sanctified lady, and a true-blue Bible missionary to the end. It was very important to Marilyn that a man be clean-shaven, and it was common for her to ask the question, "Did you shave?" We're speculating that perhaps one of the first things she did when she got to heaven was to look up Moses and ask him, "Did you shave?" He's probably still hunting around for his razor. In her late years, when time had taken its toll and her mind was no longer so clear, nearly every day became Sunday.Day after day she wanted to know "who sang the special?" and "what did you preach?" She loved God unwaveringly all the way to the end, she loved her children, and she was the best mommy a boy ever had, and now truly every day for her is Sunday.