When I was in high school, my parents were so caught up in their alcoholic/codie dance they never came to see any of my games or track meets. It pissed me off. I was ashamed because I would see so many other kid's parents there, and they couldn't make it, even once???
But my grandfather used to come. He came to almost every home game/meet. He was there for me. I get really emotional when I think of him, in his hat, with his cane, sitiing on the bleachers by himself and applauding and cheering. I would always go and say Hi to him and give him a hug, but pretty much he just kept to himself and watched the game.
Did he come because he knew how chaotic my home life was? Because he knew no one else would come? I don't know. I can only assume he came because he loved me! I am grateful to this day. What a gift!
Having Aunt Lucy there is VITAL, reassuring, and provides Joe with a picture of love in action! Don't doubt it.
B.