12/19/2013
We've been silent for a while, and while. Much of that due to the fullness of our personal lives, but also because of an ... introspection about the future direction of the Tawny Martin Foundation. (No, we're not thinking of ending the Foundation ... just pondering where God is taking us, and it.)
One of the initiatives I, (Roy -Tawny's dad), have been involved with since Tawny died, is the Eagle Springs Cemetery, where she's buried. It occurred to me the other day that although it's not officially a "project" of the Foundation, it's still something you might be interested in. We produce a newsletter, usually twice a year, and I wondered if you'd be interested. (If you'd like to be added to our e-mail distribution list, send an e-mail to [email protected].)
I need to figure out how to post the actual newsletter itself, but in the meantime, here's the text from it. (If anyone knows how to post an actual PDF ... e-mail me at [email protected] Thx!) Happy reading ... and have a blessed Christmas!
An Advent Wish and a Birthday Twice Forgotten
I forgot my wife’s birthday last week. Twice. (It’s been one of those kinds of months.)
So how does one forget a birthday twice? About halfway through the day, Lynn had pity on me and dropped a few hints so that I might still pretend that I’d remembered all along, but was delaying because I wanted to surprise her. When the hints fell flat, she simply asked, “So … you’ve forgotten, right? My birthday?” The fact that she said it with a mischievous smile let me know that I wasn’t in trouble, but mostly she was enjoying the situation. I admitted that indeed I’d forgotten, but promised we’d do something later in the day to make up for it. Then I forgot again. We still haven’t celebrated her birthday. (Sigh.)
That our lives have been insanely full is a major understatement. Her mom’s Parkinson’s, my dad’s bypass surgery, a teenage son who’s not quite driving but still has a full, extracurricular schedule, my own job which keeps me away from home most weeks - it’s easy for a take-charge guy like me to get frustrated when I forget life’s details and miss some of the more important things.
Deep in the throes of that self-pity and overwhelm, I flashback to another period where life had seemed to bowl us over. Our daughter had died just six weeks previously and while I had already returned to work, my wife was just that day going back to her job at a research lab. It was an early, frosty morning and while Noah was still tucked snugly in bed, I had gotten up to help Lynn start her first day back at the lab.
After Lynn pulled out of the driveway, I started to gather the makings of Noah’s breakfast and plan out my day. About five minutes into that process, I received a call from Lynn. “I’m okay, but I’ve had an accident. Can you come get me?” Having just lost our daughter to a wreck on I-35, my heart immediately went into my throat as I asked Lynn for more details. Was she okay? Where was she?
“Really, I’m fine … but be careful on the way here. There’s lots of ice on the road.”
After telling me again that she was okay, Lynn gave me her location and I hung up promising to be there as fast as I could. I woke Noah and while assuring him that Mommy was fine, said that she had a little accident and her car wouldn’t run so we had to go pick her up. In less than a minute I had him strapped into his booster seat in the car, bundled in the same comforter he’d just woken up in. Five minutes after that, we pulled around the bend to find Lynn’s yellow SUV backed into a stout oak tree.
The condition of the vehicle took my breath away. She’d obviously rolled or flipped it, and parts were scattered 30 feet from where the SUV had slammed into the tree. Leaving Noah belted in the car, I ran to driver’s door to discover Lynn still belted in, but moving very slowly. She smiled gently, “I know, but really, I’m okay.”
After further assurances that she was okay, Lynn started to explain what had happened. She had seen the patch of black ice just in time to swerve as she rounded the curve, but never did see the second patch. As the SUV spun around, she lost all control and it went airborne as she let go.
“Let go? Let go of what? The steering wheel!?”
“Well … yeah.” She looked away from me and her gaze turned thoughtful. “As I started to skid, a voice came into my head. It said, ‘You can’t control this. Just let go and trust.’”
“A voice told you to let go of the steering wheel?” I repeated, unable to process what I’d just heard.
“Yeah. And trust.”
As we gently eased her out of the driver’s seat and collected her personal items, I had to wonder at what she’d said. And today, in the midst of this overly packed, totally crazy and eternally blessed Advent season, as we’re driven to distraction and sometimes forget what it’s all about in the first place, I still ponder that message Lynn received so many years ago:
You can’t control this. Just let go. And trust.
We Need You!
We still have a few vacancies on the Cemetery Board of Trustees and we’d love to have you join us. It only requires a couple hours of your time and we really need your support. If you’re able and willing, please contact Board President Roy Martin at (254) 717-8161.
Thank You!
We received a few donations these last few months and I want you to know that we do appreciate your support of our mission of caring for the holy landmark of Eagle Springs Cemetery.
A few also sent personal thoughts and remembrances, and we especially enjoy reading your letters and cards.
Keep them coming - we love hearing from you!
The Promise of Spring
Like many of you, we’ve settled into “winter mode” and the recent, blessed rain has many of us holed up, scanning our seed catalogues and dreaming of the oncoming promise of spring … which also promises plenty of grass to cut, both at home and at Eagle Springs Cemetery.
So as you contemplate your own winter to-do lists and assorted honey-do’s, please also considered whether you or groups you know might appreciate a community service project in the spring or summer. Whether it’s grass cutting or other upkeep and maintenance, we’d love your assistance in keeping Eagle Springs Cemetery the beautiful landmark it is.
INQUIRIES and DONATIONS
You may send requests for information and donations to:
Eagle Springs Cemetery, P.O. Box 482, McGregor, TX 76657.
Eagle Springs Cemetery is a 501(c)(13) tax-exempt, non-profit cemetery and donations are tax-deductible as allowed by law.