Marc Denny Robillard

June 7, 1977 – July 5, 2025

Austin, Texas

It is with deep and aching hearts that we announce the unexpected passing of our beloved Marc Robillard on July 5, 2025. Born and raised in Austin, Texas, Marc was a true original—a punk-rock poet, a lover of wild places, a loving father, a proud ‘momma’s boy’, and a loyal friend with a heart as wide as the Texas sky.

Marc Denny Robillard was born on June 7, 1977, at St. David’s Hospital in Austin, Texas, weighing a hefty 10 pounds—a moment so remarkable that the doctor joked with his mother that she had just given birth to the “Big Mac” and initially thought she was having twins.

He passed away unexpectedly on July 5, 2025, at St. David’s South Austin, leaving behind a legacy as large as his laugh and as big as his entrance into the world.

A Bowie High School graduate (class of 1996), Marc was as passionate about sports as he was about music. His teams? The Boston Red Sox, the Dallas Cowboys, and of course, the Texas Longhorns. Game days were sacred.

But even with that raw, gritty edge, Marc's musical tastes ran wide, embracing both the city’s heartbeat and the stillness of the woods.

Music was his lifeblood. He was known for jamming out to reggae, hard rock, and especially punk rock. There wasn’t a day you wouldn’t catch him blasting Dropkick Murphys, Misfits, The Casualties, Suicidal Tendencies, Rancid, Samhain—basically anything that fell under what Marc proudly called “Oi, Oi, Oi music!!” Punk rock wasn’t just a genre to him—it was a battle cry, a heartbeat, a code.

But for all his edge, Marc found his deepest peace in nature. His soul felt most at home in Austin’s wild and sacred spaces: The Greenbelt (Twin, Secret, and Sculpture Falls), Campbell’s Hole, Hamilton Pool, McKinney Falls, Pedernales, Barton Springs, and Enchanted Rock weren’t just hiking spots—they were sacred to him. He swam, camped, hiked, and at times lived among these wonders with his close friend Steven, claiming them as ‘spiritual homes’.

Marc served two years in the Texas National Guard, worked for Brosnan Security and held down countless gigs across downtown Austin—Logans on 6th, Rio Rita’s, Spider House, Jackalope, Ruby’s BBQ-- and he found great joy in woodworking during his time at Dovetail Doors of Texas, where he skillfully worked with his hands. They were his classrooms. His sanctuaries. He also braved the oil rigs of the Gulf of Mexico as an offshore deckhand. Wherever he worked, he showed up with hustle, heart, and humor.

He was a collector of tattoos, knives, guns, and ammo, and a regular at local shooting ranges. Yet Marc’s true weapons were his compassion and loyalty. He had an enormous soft spot for animals, kids, and senior citizens—his love knew no age or species limit. He was goofy. Hardworking. Fiercely loyal. His famously expressive eyebrows may have given the impression of permanent concern—or mild threat—but beneath that intense gaze was one of the gentlest, kindest souls this world has ever known. His smile could light up the darkest of rooms, and his presence made you feel like you belonged.

Marc could—and would—eat anything. Not picky in the least, he adored food. Mexican, sushi, Italian, Chinese—if it was edible, he was down. Hot sauce was his constant companion, and he devoured food with gusto and gratitude.

He loved South Austin. The old-school version. The Broken Spoke. Stardust. The Continental Club. Guerro’s. He was a local in the truest sense—rooted, real, and proud of the grit and soul of his city. The truth is—he could’ve been anywhere. What mattered most was being with his people. Wherever the adventure went, Marc was always down.

Marc never needed much. He never cared much for possessions, or status, but gave what mattered most freely: his time, his attention, his heart. He always had a hug, a shoulder, a big ol’ grin. And in that way, he was one of the richest men we’ve ever known.

Marc is survived by his mother, Victoria De La Cruz, of Austin, Texas; his father, Dennis Robillard, of San José, Costa Rica; his sister, Nicole Robillard, of Cedar Park, Texas; and his nephew, Jaeden Haskell, of Marble Falls, Texas. He leaves behind his three beloved children: Zöelie S. Robillard, 22, of Lafayette, Louisiana; Hawke M. Robillard, 10; and Simone R. Robillard, 7, both of Liberty Hill, Texas.

He is also survived by a large extended family—many beloved aunts, uncles, and cousins from both the Garcia and Robillard sides—and a tribe of lifelong friends who carry his memory with grit, grace, and love.

He was preceded in death by his stepfather, Ernesto De La Cruz, Jr.

Marc’s soul now dances in the places he loved—in the rush of the falls, the hush of the trees, and the beat of punk rock echoing through the stars.

Oi, Oi, Oi, Marc. We’ll see you in the wild.

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