Andrew Joseph Sebastian Maciey was the definition of a Delta Chi.
I realized that was the case less than a week after he passed away. I was in a West Chester, PA bar with 50 of my brothers, celebrating Mace’s life. I looked to the left and saw alumni who were five years older than me. I looked to my right and saw guys who were still undergrads. Mace was one of the few brothers who could have brought together so many people under one roof. He was our chapter’s Sergeant in Arms, and he never was shy about telling us how we were screwing up. He was the Associate Member Chair of one of the most impressive pledge classes of my three years as a brother.
I always considered Mace one of my best friends. The truth is he probably had 30 best friends. Being friends with him wasn’t easy. He demanded loyalty, because that’s what he gave you. You’d have to be ready to get in an argument as well, because he’d argue with you at the drop of a hat. Godfather I or Godfather II? Mace was partial to the sequel. Avon or Stringer? Mace thought Stringer was a punk. Boston or Baltimore? Neither. Mace wanted to see both white trash cities burn to the ground. That’s what made my friendship with Mace so unique, because I embodied so many qualities he could simply not stand. I was from Boston. I had no fashion sense. I was goofy-looking. I rocked glasses. Mace even had a personal nickname for me: “Melvin.”
But from the moment we began pledging, we clicked. We considered our pledge class, Alpha Xi, the tightest pledge class in the fraternity. Mace, Barry Sobel, David Lenter, Eli Tucker and myself were as close-knit of a group as you could find. Most of my favorite memories of college revolved around Alpha Xi, and Mace was right in the middle of all of them.
The last time I saw Mace was on Memorial Day Weekend. We met up at the Rusty Rudder in Dewey Beach and reminisced on old times. We attempted to meet up the next day in Ocean City, but we couldn’t get on the same page. He sent me pictures from Seacrets to let me know he was doing just fine. He was supposed to travel up to Boston a week before he passed away. Of course, he waited until the last minute to cancel, saying he didn’t have the funds. You couldn’t get mad at him though. It’s who he was.
Not a day has gone by since Mace’s death where I haven’t thought about him. I’ve obviously thought about the many memories we had together. But recently I’ve been thinking about the memories we won’t have together. Our weddings. The births of our children. The Delta Chi Homecomings and Alumni Weekends. And that’s what is tragic about this whole affair. Mace was just beginning to start the next phase of his life. He got a new job which he was excelling at. He was living with some of his best friends from high school. He was active socially (not a shock regardless of his employment). The fact that he was taken away from us in such a perplexing manner is something I will never understand.
Rest in peace Mace. You and your unique ways will never be forgotten.