Foreshadowing

So today was the first home game for the NY Jets. When I was a child, it was always me, my mom and dad. When I got a little older I took a friend with me occasionally. Towards the end of high school, my friend K came with us more often. When my father died, K was our permanent replacement. In the past 2 years, K now joins us super regularly, along with another of our mutual friends, as well as my mom. So all 4 tickets go to good use. Today, my mom was too sick to go, so it was just the three of us. I had trouble enjoying the game. Not only were they losing, but I was sitting in my mother's seat. When we went as a family, my father always sat on the isle. I would sit on the aisle when it was just me and my dad. When my dad died, my mother took "his seat" so to speak. Today, by sitting in my mother's seat, I had a frightening realization that this is what games will be like after she's gone. How long will it take before I have my own family and can start a new set of traditions. First thing I really should worry about is: where to find a husband who's a Jets fan? Or is willing to convert.