Matthew Alexander Albert Macias
June 26, 1976 - October 30, 2019
Obituary
Matthew Alexander Albert Macias, 43, of Federal Way, Washington, passed away Wednesday, October 30, 2019, in his home. He was born June 26, 1976, in Wellington, Kansas. He was named Matthew, gift from God, Alexander, after his father, Albert, after his Grandfather but we called him Mateo.
Matthew…Big personality and even bigger smiles and laughter. Matthew’s legacy to his family was his ability to “ENTER” a room! His larger than life persona was hard to stop. It was even harder not to enjoy the show. Smiles, laughter and big sloppy kisses and hugs were all signature Matthew greetings. If you didn’t like it, too bad!! It was coming at you anyway and it always ended in laughter and screams of “Matthew stop it!” then he was satisfied with a job well done.
Matthew loved to debate, be right and irritate all at the same time. He would tell you it was part of his “charm”. Most would argue that point and he would just laugh. He was a force of nature and sometimes it was like a tornado and a hurricane collided. You could come out of an encounter dizzy, winded and wondering what happened and most importantly wondering if you were still in possession of all your faculties.
Matthew never met a stranger. Everyone was welcome in his home to eat, take a shower, or just for a brief moment feel part of the space that Matthew occupied. He never wanted anyone to feel unwanted or alone.
Matthew knew more about airplanes and cars than most pilots and engineers. He knew what came standard or options on cars from the 1960s to current models, both foreign and domestic. What colors they come in, how fast they can go and if he got in one he could show you immediately how to work every button or dial like he had designed it. He knew every model of airplane that flew over his head. He had one dream that never got fulfilled, he wanted to fly in a 787 Dreamliner.
Matthew loved his family. Every one of them. He could tell stories about both sides. Details that boggled the mind and made you think, “Really?” or “How could he know that?” He listened to the older family members tell stories and remembered every detail. He loved the grandparents, aunts and uncles. He was proud to be a Macias, but just as proud of his mom’s German Becker heritage.
Matthew was preceded in death by his grandparents Esther Williams, Alberto and Teodora Macias and his beloved aunt, Sally Snyder.
Matthew leaves behind his mother and stepfather, Kay and Don Andrews of Ravensdale, Washington, father and stepmother Alex and Victoria Macias of Wichita, Kansas, sisters Dana Leach, of Fort Walton Beach, Florida, Debbie Deringer of Wichita, Kansas, stepsister Deana (Josh) Evans, Knoxville, Tennessee, nephews, Adam Amend, Brandon Amend and Nickolas Evans, nieces Krisha Kirk, Andrea Wharton, Melissa Smith, and MacKenzie Evans and many aunts, uncles and cousins. He also leaves behind his beloved dog Katy Pug who he loved more than anything.
Matthew’s body has been cremated. He requested his ashes be spread on Mount St. Helens. He believed he could help that beautiful mountain grow back to what it once was. At this time the family plans to honor his wishes on his birthday.
Ich liebe dich von ganzem Herzen, mein Sohn
Oh I wish I could keep you, my son, right by my side all the time.
I want to keep you from the storms of life, from the pain you had here on earth,
But I know I have to let you go, and it’s the hardest thing I’ll ever know.
God’s plan for you is great, you’ll see for His opportunity is one I would never be able to give you. Now it is time for you to live out a life filled with His grace and mercy with no more pain. Things you could not get from me. You and God have to venture out together Holding hands forever, for you are not only my son, but God’s son for eternity. We shall meet again. I love you more than life itself.
Matthew,
My hope is that while you were here, you knew how deeply loved and cherished you were. My regret is that I was not able to become friends with you into adulthood, or know you better in childhood due to distance of geography and age. What a force you were. I will always wonder if we would have become closer cousins as the years went by, and I will grieve the loss of that opportunity. Rest well, dear cousin. You’ll be sorely missed by those who loved you.
Dana Leach
Sorry bro. We didn’t connect. But I still loved you!
Matthew, Matt, Messy……the times and the stories that we could tell of each other would take an eternity. I remember when we first met both of us just loud, boisterous and over the top and I knew we were both thinking “oh no you better not think you can outdo me” but you really always were the life of the party. That big beautiful smile, the hey look at me entrance you would make coming into the room and the big bear hugs are all things I definitely will never forget. I know we had grown apart some from the norm these last several years after you moving to Seattle but our friendship was always as strong as ever and when we did talk it was like we just picked up from the day before. I miss you dearly and I love you even more my friend my brother from another mother. You spread your wings and fly high with the Lord and his angels and just always know that none of this is a goodbye it’s an I’ll see you again. A big shout out and thank you to your beautiful mother, mama Kay for always being there for you through thick and thin cause we all know you was a big mama’s boy. Thank you for all the years of friendship, you’ll never be forgotten. I’ll always love you Messy and you’ll always hold a special place in my heart. Until we meet again💞
Love….Robert
Janie kalp
Rest In Peace Cousin
I never knew life without you in it, growing up you where my brother the only one I ever had. You were full of silly antics and ideas all the time. My favorite memory is when we were radio personalities on our very own radio station lol you recorded us with your tape recorder as we chatted about music and just whatever this made you the coolest big brother ever. You fought hard and were a stubborn ass but you loved bigger. You got in trouble A LOT and hid Mr Bad Paddle (after you wrote that on the paddle) and our parents couldn’t help but laugh when they found it. My childhood wouldn’t have been the same without you in it, and even though we would fight sometimes like all siblings do you were still my brother and I loved you. Not everyone makes the best choices in life and we all make mistakes but lessons can be learned and in time those moments fade and all we remember are the happy and good times in life. The last time we really talked was for hours and it was raw and honest, you needed me, you told me “love you sissy” and then we went on with life as normal. I’ll miss your face your laugh and your craziness, but I’m sure your already causing Mischief in the clouds. Rest easy big brother until I see you again.
Oh, Matt. My favorite days growing up were the days I was with you. They didn’t happen often since we lived so far apart, but when we were together we made up for it. Quality over quantity. You were always my favorite cousin.
I remember driving at ridiculous speed down a Colorado road probably near Rocky Ford, with poor Adam in the backseat while you and I sang N Sync songs in the front, badly and at significant volume. Just laughing. So much laughing.
I miss you, Matt. It breaks my heart that I’ll never hear that laugh again, or be on the other end of your superior hugs. It was the best.
I love you.
-Amykins
I’m so sorry for your loss. Please know I am praying for you Kay, Debbie and the rest of your family. May Gods comfort and peace be with you always. With all my love, Angela Sagely
Rest In Peace dear Matthew
Rest well with the angels my friend!!
I remember first meeting you and your infectious smile was amazing the great times we had and the joke we played on My daughter and JC and u playing the roll of a police officer while we where tricking them keeping a straight face all the while Robert Victor Theresa and Chuck and i can not keep from laughing so hard u where and amazing person and friend please make sure and hug JC for us until we meet again fly high my friend.
I didn’t really want to believe this, not sure even now that I want to believe it. So many memories. Staying at your place, riding in the limo, working out and taking a break in between to have a few drinks, bar water gun fights, darts, Kansas City, Thumber!, and so many other “adventures”. We laughed and we cried. I love you like a brother and I feel a hole in my heart. I am thankful that our paths did cross and that we did get the time we spent together, I love you Matt – See you again