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Wood Funeral Home

784 Main Street, East Aurora, NY

OBITUARIO

Frank M. Spring

30 abril , 192416 mayo , 2019
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SPRING, Frank M. May 16, 2019 of East Aurora, NY. Beloved husband of the late Valerie (nee Semeraski). Dearest father of Donna (James) Atkinson, Diane Whiddon and David (Amy) Spring. Cherished grandfather of James (Caitlin), Jeffrey, Shawn (Melissa), Jake and Mitchell and great-grandfather of Bennett and Scarlett. Dear brother of Leonard (late Jean) Zdrojewski and was predeceased by 4 sisters and 3 brothers. Also survived by many nieces and nephews. The family will receive friends on Monday from 3-7 PM at the WOOD FUNERAL HOME 784 Main Street, East Aurora where prayers will be said on Tuesday at 9 AM and a Mass of Christian Burial will be held at Immaculate Conception at 9:30 AM. Flowers gratefully declined. If desired contributions may be made to the Alzheimers Association or the D.A.V. Online condolences and donations may be shared at www.woodfh.com

Servicios

  • Visitaton lunes, 20 mayo , 2019
  • Prayer Service martes, 21 mayo , 2019
  • Mass of Christian Burial martes, 21 mayo , 2019

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Biografía

A Eulogy to my Father by Donna Atkinson


Thank you all for being here today. To see so many people who loved Dad and want to be here to say goodbye to him is just incredible.
Dad, we will always remember that special smile, that caring heart, that warm embrace you always gave us. You being there for Mom and us through good and bad times no matter what. There will never be another one to replace you in our hearts and the love we will have for you forever.
Son of Bronislaus and Victoria Zdrojewski and brother to eight (8) siblings, Frank Milton Spring was born on April 30, 1924. At the age of 18, he joined the Navy where he served for four (4) years’ spending much of his time on a Minesweeper. It was during this time, that he survived a 140 mile hurricane and never really cared to be on a boat again. He also lost his Mother while he was in the Pacific and was not able to return at the time of her death, a part of his life he regretted and spoke about frequently.
As a young boy, he lived thru the Depression and learned from a very young age what hard work meant. He understood the value of a dollar and the importance of saving, his generosity was expressed with his generosity of spirit.
His family believed he would always be a bachelor, but at the age of 30, he met Valerie and fell in love. On July 16, 1955 they married. They were married fifty-eight (58) years when my Mother passed 6 years ago after a long battle with dementia. With great love, my Dad cared for Mom at home until reluctantly, and only out of necessity, we placed her in a nursing home. The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother. Dad faithfully assured Mom’s total care and has always loved her so very deeply – his deep grief and sorrow continued until his last day. He is now with her in heaven where he repeatedly told us he was ready to go.
My father was strong in body, in spirit and in commitment. Oddly, I never learned more about my Father than I did over the last few years of his life when he loved to reminisce more than ever. Over the past few years, he finally began sharing many of early years that I never knew regarding his time in the service, his family, the places he worked at how he began working at the age of 8 at the cemetery where his Dad worked. Driving a dump truck that his feet could barely touch the gas pedal and brake.
My father never let another man down. He fulfilled every obligation he ever undertook. His word was his bond, and everyone knew it. I never heard him utter a lie, nor intentionally deceive.
My father was a great man who did not accept his own greatness, all he had done, all the lives he profoundly changed. That’s not to say he wasn’t proud – he was. He wasn’t vain at all. He was the most down-to-earth person you could know. But he was proud in all the right ways of his family, his friends and his country.
My father was my hero. He gave me my hard work ethic and the grace to be humble and kind. My father’s courage – was incredible, battling health issues over his many years with my brother, my sister, my Mother and himself. We should all wish for one-tenth of the courage and the steel and the resolve that my father had.
My father gave me a parting gift. The last time I saw him he said to me “Donna I so love when you are here”. The last words I was blessed to be able to share with him, as I kissed him, were “I so love you Dad, always and forever”.
Over the past few years, my Dad would repeatedly tell us “I want to die in my sleep”. My sister would reply, “that is all in God’s hands”. And last week he did it just like Frank Sinatra sang, “I did it my way”.
Thank you, Dad, for being the most incredible father I could have ever wanted. Thank you for making me want to make the world a better place and for, along with Mom, showing me a path to do so. Thank you for making sure that I have known I was loved every day of my life.
I love you, Dad, and I’ll miss you more than I can say.