Charles P. Springmann

You will be missed my friend and brother in Christ. Your presence was felt every Sunday. May you enjoy God’s Kingdom. Love, Rose Schock

My dad, Pat Springmann, was an extraordinary man. He was the most
generous person I know, he would do anything within his power for you, and he was the friendly type of person who never met a stranger. As the expression goes, my dad would give you the shirt off of his back. His gifts were often extravagant, but he also so often gave gifts that demonstrated how thoughtful he was and how much he loved us. I can remember that when a fellow knight’s TV broke down, Dad bought him a new one. When his friend’s computer crashed, Dad bought him a new one. He was always giving gifts because he loved giving more than receiving. I don’t think he ever went to the grocery store without calling us first to see if we needed anything while he was there. He was more considerate of my husband than I was and was always buying him gatorade and bringing it to him while he was doing yard work on his days off. Dad loved all of his family and he especially loved Aunt Valerie and Aunt Ellenor and would visit them as often as he could, even driving to Jupiter weekly and pretty regularly driving to Virginia. He never drove expensive cars or wore expensive clothes unless they were gifts to him because he spent all that he had on others. His generosity and sacrifice were a beautiful embodiment of all the verses in the Bible about sowing generously, giving freely, being a cheerful giver, giving all you have, giving as you see need, humbly considering others better than yourself, visiting the widows, respecting the elderly, and bearing one another’s burdens. He was not just generous with gifts, but generous with his time. He always offered to take us and his friends to the airport, the mall, the store, the doctors, out to lunch, or anywhere. He called people to check on them regularly because he genuinely cared. He really couldn’t do enough for the people he cared about. He loved the Lord most of all and gave much of his time to serving Him and His flock at the Church. He loved the Knights as well and rarely met a man whom he didn’t invite to become a Knight. Dad was a people person and would talk to anyone and instantly made friends with everyone he talked to. He always talked about my mom, me, my boys and Teddy, and showed pictures of us to everyone with so much love and pride. My boys were the sons he never had and he adored them. He never missed a game or a tournament and he tried to be involved in any way possible with them. He even spent tons of money on a game called Clash of Clans to stay relevant with “my boys, my boys” as he called them. He loved us and we loved him and will dearly miss him. We will never forget his fun loving personality and his silly jokes. This tribute to my dad would not be complete, if I didn’t end it with his favorite saying, “As they say in Italian, Aloha”. Aloha, Dad, and I can’t even believe this is real. If I live another 30 years, I can’t even imagine that you aren’t going to be a part of them(besides in my heart). It breaks my heart too much to think about. I already miss you more

than I could have imagined and our lives will never be the same without you and your larger than life personality. I know you are having a blast in Heaven with Jesus, of course, but also with all your loved ones who went before you and all the new friends you’re making as we speak. I love you, Dad, and I always will.