Ronald (Ron) Morrison Springs, 90, of Hugo, Oklahoma, passed away on September 16th, 2025, after a courageous battle with stage 4 lung cancer. He was surrounded by his devoted family in his final moments. Ron was the cornerstone of his family, always a steady, loving presence and he will be deeply missed.
Ron was born at home in Cloudy, Oklahoma, on May 15th, 1935, to Granville and Mary Springs. The youngest of five siblings, he was a proud member of the Choctaw Nation of Oklahoma. He held a deep connection to his heritage, often sharing stories and the language of the Choctaw people with those he loved.
From an early age, Ron had a heart for all living creatures. His home was never without animals—some traditional, some unexpected. It wasn’t unusual to be greeted by a dog…or a skunk. Even in his final years, he couldn’t resist bringing home two puppies, continuing a lifelong tradition of caring for animals.
Ron attended school in Rattan, where he met the love of his life, Vi. He graduated from Hugo High School in 1955 and married Vi on October 26, 1957. He went on to serve his country in both the Army and National Guard. After returning home, he founded Springs Body Shop, building it from the ground up. Over the next 50 years, the shop became a fixture in the community, and Ron became known for his hard work, honesty and fairness. Even in his final weeks, he could be found woodworking or tinkering with his tractors—always doing what he loved.
He was an active member of the South Side Baptist Church, where for years he sat as a deacon. His children recall, during their childhood, that if the church doors were open Ron was sure to have his family attend and continued to express his faith daily by being in the word and taking time to speak to Jesus. He was known for never missing a moment to share his faith. Though he had a firm and steady presence, Ron was also a playful soul and the family prankster. All of his girls will miss one of his most mischievous games, “Do you wanna know what’s in my hand?”. It’s a thrilling game, with endless possibilities. The prize could be coins, trash, or the worst–a bug! Few people know the anxiety and wonderment that can ripple through the body when being presented with such a situation, and Ron’s girls.
Obituary provided by Miller and Miller Funeral Home.