Zachary Tyler Robinson

Zachary Tyler Robinson was born a Buckeye just 31 short years ago and in the early morning hours of Sunday, March 19, surrounded by his mother and father, he went out just as he came in: how he wanted.

Zac’s brain betrayed him nine years ago at age 22 while he was attending the Ohio State University and he was forced to battle through significant trauma that ultimately became too much for his 6-foot-4 body to handle.

His last nine years on the planet no person should have to endure. But he remained proud and determined to reclaim his life until the end.

If you knew Zac you know you couldn’t tell him nothin, unless you knew where the best Mexican was in your town. And he knew where to find the best donuts on the planet: Bill’s Donuts in Centerville, Ohio.

In between the donut holes and the pollo loco, Zac became a graduate of The Ohio State University with a bachelor’s degree in environmental science.

He also developed an unrivaled love for dogs and a disdain for assholes.

And trust us, he knew what an asshole was. But he came by it honest, as his father, Ken Robinson, raised him up the right way in the Robinson tradition.

Zac knew how to drive semi trucks, fix cars, drive them fast, drink tequila, talk to girls and would proudly tell you the only number worth betting on the roulette wheel was black 22.

He also cared deeply about the environment and was briefly a beekeeper. The bees did not want to keep him.

Zac would often boast to his older brothers that he was tougher, smarter and braver than them but when he needed help he knew who to call.

And he loved his mom, Meg, who can whip up the best meatloaf and sausage gravy and biscuits he ever ate. Meg also did more than any mother should to keep him going.

Zac loved buying his nieces presents and made it a point to not forget a birthday.

One of his last true loves was Baxter, a chocolate lab who, like Zac, asks for forgiveness more than he asks for permission.

Zac’s wishes were to be cremated as he believed his remains would pollute the ground. And we dared not argue.

He is survived by his mother, Meg Robinson; his father, Ken Robinson; his brother Luke Sullivan (wife, Michelle), his nieces Emery and Maddie and his brother Josh Sullivan (wife Rhonda) and nephew Archer.

The family would like to thank the amazing and devoted neurosurgeons at The Ohio State University Wexner Medical Center for their heroic efforts to extend Zac’s life, as well as the nurses at Ohio’s Hospice of Fayette County for their care and attention to Zac.

The family will keep Zac’s remains with them and plans for a celebration of life will be announced later to those who showed their love for Zac and his family.

In lieu of flowers, to honor Zac, please raise up a good glazed donut or pet that good dog.

We will miss you forever Zac, but you damn sure better believe you will not be forgotten.