Info Sheet/Obituary - Robin Haywood
Died 27 July 2026 - Eulogy
Robin Haywood SP4 AH-1G Cobra Mechanic 1972 to 1973 With F Troop 4th Cav.
Laura Reaney, Robins wife, posted this to the Centaur Facebook: "To all our friends families and acquaintances. Robin Haywood, my love, has passed away at 6:20 pm Philippino time. He went very peacefully and is now free of pain and discomfort. He will always be known for the tireless work he did to help poor and indigent people here with cleft lip and palate. He worked tirelessly to find children in remote areas to get them life changing help with surgery that changed their futures. This man gave from his pocket, his heart, his time and spirit. This is his legacy. Please contact me on Laura Lee Reaney if you like. Thanks for all the support."
Robin Haywood's note to Centaurs in April 2020: "I used to live in Las Vegas for 20+ years before moving to the Philippines. I love the desert and miss it. I was an Off Road Driving Instructor for The Nevada United Four Wheel Drive Association for many years back in 95/97 and then with Las Vegas Land Rover Club for several more. Taught hundreds of people how to drive off road. First thing I'd tell them in my class (especially in LVLRC) "I'll teach you how to NOT make your rig look like mine"... ha,ha,ha. Had more than just a few desert racing strips. Loved my 1989 Range Rover, my mostest favorite vehicle of all time. Also taught more than a dozen people how to ride motorcycles on road and off.
My license plate was FALLOME, the frame around it had on top "IF YOU DARE", then the plate FALLOME", bottom "OFF ROADING". Had many people say "I'm not following you, I know what your like". My friends knew what fun and adventure it was to follow me, explore and have a great time.
Can you imagine me being a driving instructor in the US and moving here to the Philippines how nuts it makes me. I've been told by the Police here that I know personally and others that maybe 50% of auto drivers have never taken a driving test, have license but never took test, just know somebody at DMV. Told maybe 80% of motorcycle rides don't have license or registration and on a Friday or Saturday night easy 80% are drunk. Driving here is nutzzzz but I've learned to drive good Filipino."
John Brennan said he was grateful to Robin for providing that great photo of him and his
Centaur Cobra for his book. (Robin's MyPage MP1)
Eulogy: by Christy Haywood. Robin’s daughter in law: In Loving Memory of Robin Haywood
"Early this morning, we received the word that my father-in-law, Robin Haywood had passed.
Robin had been battling a rare cancer and heart failure this past year, but even through the challenges, he remained exactly who he had always been: kind, positive, funny, and larger than life in all the best ways.
If you knew his son, Issak Haywood, better known to many of us as Bishops Garage, then you knew Robin. Bishop is a carbon copy of his father in looks, mannerisms, Haywood-isms, personality, kindness, and spirit. The resemblance goes far beyond appearance. The same gentle heart, unwavering loyalty, sharp wit, and ability to make everyone feel welcome lived in both of them.
Robin was a friend to everyone he met. He never met a stranger, only people he hadn't charmed yet. He had a gift for making people feel seen, valued, and loved. As his daughter-in-law, I can say that from the very first day I met him 28 years ago, he made me feel like I wasn't gaining an in-law. I was gaining a father. He welcomed me with open arms and never stopped treating me like family.
He was loyal, dedicated, and funny beyond measure. In fact, Robin is the only person I have ever known who could out-sarcasm Bishop. That alone should earn him a place in history.
One of my favorite things about Robin was the love story he shared with my mother-in-law, Laura.
They met as children, and Robin always knew she was the one. Life, however, had other plans. Families move, children follow, and years passed. More than thirty years later, and a state away from where it all began, they crossed paths again. It was as though they had never spent a day apart.
They found their way back to one another and never looked back.
A few years later they moved from Las Vegas to the Philippines, where they built a beautiful life together. They found not only friends, but family. They also found a cause that filled Robin's heart: Medical Mission Matters. There, he became known affectionately as a "Face Hunter." Anyone who has seen the videos understands exactly why. Robin loved people, and people loved Robin.
In October of 2020, they officially married. Robin would jokingly say they did it just "to make it legal." But anyone who knew them understood they never needed a piece of paper to prove what they already knew. They had been meant for each other since childhood.
Throughout his illness, Laura never left his side. She loved him fiercely and cared for him with unwavering devotion. Friends stepped in to help with daily life so she could focus on being with Robin every step of the way.
Our family is deeply grateful for the kindness, support, and love they provided, and for the support they will continue to give as Laura begins this next chapter of her life.
If you've ever watched Robin's videos, you can probably hear his voice right now. His signature "WOOHOO!" His enthusiastic "Yippee!" Or my personal favorite, "Come here, you little shit!" all delivered in that unmistakable voice filled with joy and laughter. Robin was simply happy. Not because life was always easy, but because he chose to find joy in it.
One of my favorite Robin stories happened when we lived next door to one another. One night, at 2:00 in the morning, Robin decided it would be a great idea to hop on his motorcycle and go watch the sunrise over Boulder Dam. Most people would call that adventurous. Robin called it Tuesday.
On the way, a bighorn sheep darted in front of him and sent him over the side of the road and more than eighty feet down a cliff. At two in the morning. Nobody saw it happen. His bike was on top of him, and his phone had no reception.
Somehow, because he was Robin, he got the bike off himself, climbed partway back up the cliff, and eventually someone noticed the motorcycle headlight below and stopped to help. They got the bike out, and Robin rode home.
When he told us what had happened, I scolded him. I told him, "The next time you get a hair up your butt and decide to leave before 5 a.m., you leave me a note on the door."
The next day, I found a note. "Out finding trouble. Love, Dad." I wish I had saved that note. That was Robin.
Always finding trouble. Always finding adventure. Always finding something worth smiling about.
Robin approached life like an Easter basket filled with jelly beans. He wanted to taste every flavor, experience every moment, meet every person, and make every day count. And I think he did exactly that.
The legacy he leaves behind stretches far beyond our family. It lives in the hundreds of smiles he helped create, the lives he touched through service, the friendships he gave so freely, and the love he shared with everyone fortunate enough to know him. It lives in his family. It lives in his grandsons, who will carry forward the Haywood legacy. They will hear stories of Grandpa Robin. One day they will tell those stories to their own children. And through those stories, through the laughter, through the kindness he inspired, and through the countless smiles he helped create, Robin will continue to live on.
This morning, when Laura called me, she said, "I loved him so much." And I told her, "That doesn't change. You still love him. You are his forever. And she is. Just as Robin will always be our forever one-of-a-kind Dad, Grandpa Robin, adventurer, storyteller, friend, and source of joy. We will miss him dearly. And somewhere, I imagine, he's riding toward another sunrise, shouting "WOOHOO!" as he goes.
Rest easy, Dad. We love you forever." 