I worked at the Valero in wp for a minute one night a couple guys I knew came in said there buddy shot a coyote but he didn't know how long it'd been dead. He let me have the damn thing. I took it home of course which was to Matt really, I was really excited but we went to look at it and the thing was no good for much. Shortly after that I wrecked my truck, I scrambled for Matt's number I knew he was the only person I wanted around me in a situation like that. I told him there was no hurry, I was fine, truck was ruined tho, I'm limping and angry. Trying to pick up everything I owned that was thrown across the highway. Matt and his dad never complained, I always thought he did too much but you can't argue with him. 

Matt, I have so many memories of you it is hard to pick one or two. I remember being home on leave and we were out on a walk around the neighborhood withViki and I think Kimberly. As we were walking I remember you (about 6 or 7 years old I believe) walking with your hands in your pockets and kicking anything that wasn't nailed down (rocks, cans, everything)  I thought to myself, "Viki, You are going to have your hands full with this one."  The second thing I remember about you is how much you cared about others and how much you loved the outdoors. 
R.I.P. Matt, you will never be forgotten by anyone you ever came into contact with in your life. 
"Your Uncle"

Matt,
Three things I remember most from first meeting you:  your smile, how welcoming you were and how much you remind me of your Uncle Steve. 
Your love for family & friends, your loyalty and your love of your country is something you both share.
I know you have left lasting memories in the heart of everyone you knew. 
Tina will carry on your love and loyalty, because you taught her well and she is her Daddy's girl.
You will be forever missed and my heart is bigger for having met you.




I too have so many memories of your life. I still cannot believe that you broke my nose when we were wrestling around one day. I watched you go off to war, you came home a change man. However, you still had your love for the outdoors. Even through all your struggles, you continued to show your love for Tina and Alex which grew daily. I will miss the times we spend together. Son I will miss you, and always love you.

Christmas Eve 2011 Matt and I were waiting to be flown out of country. Laying there in poncho liners someone knocks on the door it’s one of the army chaplains leading a group of carolleres. We slammed the door and spent the next half hour laughing hysterically at the ridiculousness of everything an hour south our guys were dying and these Fobbits were out Christmas caroling 

Matt, I never knew you in real life... the picture painted of you by your wife and daughter though is amazing. You were strong, but gentle. You took care of your family while pushing through your own pain. You spoke so kindly about the ladies in your life. I felt the love that you had for them and loved them like they deserved. We never got to meet but you were a brother, a fellow warrior. The shadows are a little darker in many worlds with the loss of you.  Your memory will live strong in the hearts of many, some who you've never met. You'll live forever brother

When ever I think of you the first thing to come to mind is your mischievous grin. It always let me know that you were upto something. I will always cherish the time I spent babysitting you and hanging out with my baby cousin. 

I've written this several times. I have so many memories...my first would be of you engaging in an early start to sibling rivalry when your brother was lying on my belly you did a roll and elbowed him.  The competition was ongoing from there.    I remember all the time you spent outside.  It was fishing and camping early on, hunting followed.  I remember the water mocasin you caught and couldn't figure out why I cut the line rather than allow you to reel it in!  I remember that you never met a stranger.  You tended to collect friends who became more like family.  My life is richer because of each of them.  You were meant to lead.  I watched you mature through life in the military.  You became a great father.  You made sure to share your love of the outdoors and the skills to go along with it.  You made sure she knew she was loved.  
I miss you daily.  I listen for your snoring while I work.  It always reassured me that you were sleeping (something that wasn't always something you were able to do) .   I miss so much of your presence in the household.  This is the Scripture that sustained me through your deployments to Iraq and Afghanistan:  The Lord will keep you from all harm--he will watch over your life: the Lord will watch over your coming and your going both now and forevermore. Psalms 121: 7-8.  Love you, son! Forever!  

I am so deeply and profoundly sorry for your loss that there are no words to find to express it. I remember Matt as a baby. Vicki, you and your family have been in our prayers constantly. I cannot imagine the pain and sorrow that you feel; I wish that I could hold you and try to be of some comfort. I love you very much; you will always be in our prayers and carried in our hearts.  God bless and heal you. <3

Robinson family, I am so sorry to hear about your loss. Matt was too young. It breaks my heart, and I can't imagine the pain you are feeling. He was a great man. He helped me through a lot. Gave me words of wisdom I carry with me still. I am honored to have met him and to call him my friend. No words will bring peace at this time, but knowing he made an impact on so many, will hopefully bring a smile. You are all in my thoughts and heart. ❤

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Matthew Wayne Robinson

November 30, 1984 – March 29, 2019

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