Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Filling Empty by Randy C. Watts

Coming Soon

For Those Whose Partners Have Left Them for Death, and for Those Whose Partners Still May

Filling Empty

A book by Randy C. Watts

As many of my followers know, in December of 2010 I lost my sweet wife, Malinda, to Lukemia. This prompted me to write a book called Filling Empty, which has now been released. Please visit the website and especially the blog section. Feel free to make any comments you deem appropriate.

Sunday, March 7, 2010


by Randy C. Watts  480-343-3868

Last week I had an experience that I can't seem to get out of my mind. It reminded me that my heart is still capable of snapping like a guitar string. 

I was in the lobby at the veterinarian's office. Our English Bulldog, Bosco, was waiting to go in to see the doctor for his annual physical. His girlfriend, Bobbi Sue (our other English Bulldog) was already in the examination room for her physical.  A tough-looking man came in with a small dog in his arms. I think it was a terrier mix. The man was wearing sunglasses, and had no expression whatsoever on his face. I nodded to him as he walked in, and got no response. In fact, his face was devoid of any recognizable emotion whatsoever. I sensed that something was amiss. The woman who walked in with him went directly to the counter to speak to the receptionist.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Fat Kid Syndrome ... Could You Have It?

by Randy C. Watts (480) 343-3868

Amidst all of the illnesses and maladies in today’s world, there is one that is quickly emerging as the front-runner of all the syndromes. It’s called FKS (Fat Kid Syndrome). I feel perfectly comfortable editorializing this phenomenon, because I have fallen victim to the monster. I have been self-diagnosed with Fat Kid Syndrome.

I should have known years ago. All of the signs were there; I just chose to ignore them. By the time I finally saw a specialist, and the diagnosis was delivered, it was too late. The syndrome was deeply buried in my psyche, and I could not return to a normal lifestyle.

Here are a few of the reasons I became suspicious that I might be afflicted with FKS. Perhaps you will read a few symptoms that ring a vague familiarity to you as well. Read carefully, as you well may be a victim of this ailment, too!

Monday, January 26, 2009

Don't Get Ink on Your Soul

Randy C. Watts (480) 343-3868

It was a sunny day in Aviles, with the distinct flavor of Spain in the air. I was 19 years old, and serving a religious mission for my church. For the last week my companion and I had ventured out of the city and into a country neighborhood where there were actually doors we had not yet knocked on. We were in search of a needful soul willing to listen to our gospel message. Each day, as we entered this newly-found neighborhood, we were greeted with the most unusual sight; see, there was a house with a monkey in the front yard. It was tethered on a very long leash that was chained to a post. Now, I am not an expert on the subject of monkeys, but I’d say that this one was a chimpanzee.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

When You Wish

Randy C. Watts

A childish wish I made that night,
that one day I would see
my favorite "leader of the club,"
for he was real, to me.

Now many years have come and gone,
my temples, worn and gray.
I guard the Magic Kingdom now
to pass the time away.

I see that all the doors and gates
are closed securely tight;
that all is well protected
‘til the early morning light.

One night a special visit
added meaning to my quest.
I’m not sure I can tell it well,
I’ll do my very best.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Now He Can Run

Randy C. Watts (480) 343-3868

Timmy was eight years old. He watched eagerly as his classmates kicked the soccer ball up and down the field. He would laugh when his friends would run by, and he would clap as each team scored. Every now and then his eyes would light up as one of the children hollered something to him from the field, or as a teacher would pat him on the back while walking by. Timmy did all he could to show his contentment from the confinement of his little wheelchair.

How Do I Love Thee Kitty?

Randy C. Watts (480) 343-3868

I have been told that it is fun to own a cat. I have heard stories of people who claim to enjoy the time they spend with their feline companions. I guess that this is the reason that I let my eleven-year-old son keep the cat they gave him at the pet store when he accompanied his sister to buy a bird. The mere fact that they gave him the cat should have been my first clue. Nonetheless, I gave in and told him he could keep it.

Let me share with you some of the things I love most about our new pet "Rains:"