Brock Spangler
Brock Daniel Spangler
February 26th, 1955 – November 19th, 2025
*Author’s Note: The following excerpts in our “Life Stories” are from the Celebration of Life service for Brock Spangler for you to read, reflect, and pay your respects privately. It was an honor to learn about Brock and to serve his family with a heartfelt memorial service. He has been laid to rest at South Bristol Cemetery. He will be dearly missed by many.
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We gather here today with both gratitude for the wonderful life lived by Brock and broken hearts because he is no longer a physical presence in our lives. We have a powerful sense of loss. Where we are experiencing his loss- a missing piece- Brock is experiencing completeness- wholeness. May you know in your hearts that his journey is complete, he is home now in the loving embrace of our Lord in heaven. He is surrounded by love.
A Reading from the Second Letter of St. Paul to Timothy. I have fought the good fight; I have finished the race; I have kept the faith. From now on the crown of righteousness awaits me, which the Lord, the just judge will award to me on that day, and not only to me, but to all who have longed for his appearance. The Word of the Lord.
And while the broken pieces of your heart will never quite be the same, know that Brock would not want your heart to be troubled. May you find comfort in sweet memories, may you find peace in the ways you find him to still be a part of your present, and may you find hope in being reunited with him some day in the kingdom of God.
I had the honor to learn a bit about Brock, and I learned that he was well-loved and will be dearly missed. This amazing man taught you things, he helped you, he cared for you…now how can you keep his message of love with you always? There is something about a father’s/husband’s/mentor’s message that truly becomes part of our being. And this poem came to mind.
The loss of a father is the anchor pulled from the seabed, the steering wheel unhinged, The mast spilt by lightning and the bow broken by storm. The ship you sail now feels unsafe, no longer weatherproof, without direction or brave heart to speed its way. Perhaps you did not even know that he was your compass, that you gazed upon his lead like a north star in the night. He gave you all of this you see without notice or congratulation. Diligently, consistently, continuously guiding always showing the way in the way he knew how. And whilst you are cast adrift, know this to be true. You will anchor yourself once more when you realize that his voice still speaks, still guides, still brings a brave heart your way in the roughest of storms. And the answers you seek, he already planned deep for he knew one day. So he buried little pieces of himself within your heart, your mind, your spirit, and your soul; little breadcrumbs of love to show the way home. -The Loss of A Father by Donna Ashworth
My most heartfelt wish for you is that you find those breadcrumbs from Brock and cherish them, continue to learn from them, and feel his love with you always.
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A memorial message with Love from Brock’s son, Zachary:
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A memorial message with Love from Brock’s son, Jarrod:
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A memorial message with Love from Brock’s wife, Julie:
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We heard such beautiful and heartfelt sentiments from Julie and the boys, there are just a few other sentiments that the family shared with me that I’d like to highlight. Of course, there are countless stories to tell. I invite you to continue to share the memories, share the love today and in the days and years to come. Learn the lessons, look to the good times, and carry forth Brock’s legacy of devotion and love.
Brock was full of great one-liners. A little stubborn, yet patient. He would always ask how your day was. He was always there for his family. From family vacations to the kids’ school and sports activities, Brock was always involved and did a lot with the family. The family golfed together- which meant they spent a lot of time looking for golf balls together. When the family would go to pick up 1 new pet, with Brock’s big heart they’d always end up getting 2 new pets.
Brock was the handyman around the house and could fix anything- except the plumbing. He enjoyed woodworking and reading the Bible. He loved listening to country and classic rock music. He enjoyed watching football and UFC, Antique Road Show and home renovation shows- gathering inspiration for the next project. He and Julie did a lot of household projects together. Brock and Julie talked a lot and shared a lifetime of priceless conversation.
Every year, he upheld a precious family tradition and read The Night Before Christmas with his family. This moment was very special to him. While this holiday season will be very different- not so festive, not so merry, I encourage you to take a quiet moment to read The Night Before Christmas and fill your heart not with sadness but with those beautiful, joyful memories he built with you.
It does seem like Brock’s 70 years went by way too quickly. While no length of time with our loved ones will ever seem long enough, know that it was an absolute blessing to have had Brock present on this earth for 7 decades. His time here and his time spent with each of you was a precious gift. When your world is feeling a little too empty, may you fill it with gratitude that your time here overlapped with Brock’s and that you were blessed to know him.
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Brock will be forever loved and missed by his dear wife, Julie, his children, Jarrod, Zachary, Drew, and Breanne, his 3 grandchildren, his siblings, Bob, Ken, Gwen, Bill, and Dan and their families, and many other dear family members and friends.
The family extends sincere gratitude to the entire team at Hospice Alliance and to Rita from Supportive Home Care Services for all the dedicated support and care they gave to Brock and the family. These wonderful organizations and people are very much appreciated.
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Brock, may you rest in eternal peace knowing you are dearly loved.
My sincere condolences and love, Holly