Obituary of Kay Watson Haddaway

Kay Watson Haddaway was born March 10, 1948, in Fort Worth, Texas, and died in Santa Fe on Feb. 21, 2022. Her academic and career accomplishments were many but what she was most proud of was being a ferocious advocate for those whom society ignored or mistreated. As she often stated: “I believe in the gospel of showing up.”One place where she showed up was the AIDS Outreach Center in Fort Worth during the height of the epidemic. She served as their chief financial officer. She also worked as a CPA at Southland Royalty Company and several other oil and gas companies in Fort Worth. Besides earning a BA in English Literature at Austin College in Sherman, Texas, she graduated with a Masters of Divinity from the Anglican School of Theology at the University of Dallas.Kay loved pink lipstick, puppy breath, laughter, delicious food, gardens, sparkly shoes, bluegrass music, homegrown tomatoes and most children. She hated meanness, injustice, bigotry, scented candles, pumpkin spice anything, carnations, and all Barry Manilow music.In 2007, Kay and her husband Rich moved from Fort Worth to Santa Fe where they lived a rich and meaningful life full of good friends and wonderful experiences around the world.Kay was pre-deceased by her infant daughter Amy Kathleen Haddaway. She is survived by her husband, Rich Haddaway; her son, James and daughter-in-law Shannon Haddaway, and her grandchildren George, Vivian and Adeline, all of Crested Butte, Colo.; and the daughter of her heart, Kelli Whatley of Frisco.We shall not cease from explorationAnd the end of all our exploringWill be to arrive where we startedAnd know the place for the first time.Through the unknown, remembered gateWhen the last of earth left to discoverIs that which was the beginning;At the source of the longest riverThe voice of the hidden waterfallAnd the children in the apple-treeNot known, because not looked forBut heard, half heard, in the stillnessBetween the two waves of the sea.Quick now, here, now, always–A condition of complete simplicity(Costing not less than everything)And all shall be well andAll manner of things shall be wellWhen the tongues of flame are in-foldedInto the crowned knot of fireAnd the fire and the rose are one.Little Gidding V,Four Quartets.— T.S. Eliot (1943)