My grandma (JW) has been wanting to see one of my first grade son's games for a long time. She always asks my grandpa to take her, but he hasn't up until this point. She's called several times to say they were coming, only to have my grandpa back out of taking her as she's unwell, and can't drive anymore. He finally brought her to my kids' t-ball game (it has taken so long to get her there, we've cycled through several seasons of different sports and my daughter finally is old enough to play, too). I talked to her today, and she told me that the game was the most fun she's had in years.
Now I think my kids' games are great fun, but, well, they're my kids. Granted, the games have a great atmosphere, the parents are very supportive of both teams, and they kids are young enough that the game provides great comic relief, but even though it was great to see her looking so well and obviously having tons of fun, it just makes me sad that that's the best time she's had in YEARS. I can't imagine. Actually, yes I can, and that is what makes me sad.