Joyellen 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. 

A reception will be held Saturday, Feb. 26, at their home in Las Campanas, 109 Estates Dr., from 11 to 3.  Kay’s deepest wish is that she left this world just a little kinder, a little sweeter than she found it.  She asks that in her memory you perform a random and anonymous act of kindness. In lieu of flowers, please send contributions to the Food Depot of Santa Fe.

We shall not cease from exploration

And the end of all our exploring

Will be to arrive where we started

And know the place for the first time.

Through the unknown, remembered gate

When the last of earth left to discover

Is that which was the beginning;

At the source of the longest river

The voice of the hidden waterfall

And the children in the apple-tree

Not known, because not looked for

But heard, half heard, in the stillness

Between 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 and

All manner of things shall be well

When the tongues of flame are in-folded

Into the crowned knot of fire

And the fire and the rose are one.

                  Little Gidding V,

                  Four Quartets.

                  -- T.S. Eliot (1943)