In my family, it was never intended that godparents raise us in the event that our parents passed. Had something happened, we would have been raised by my aunt Sylvia and uncle Walt - she happened to be my godmother, but she was mom's sister and our closest aunt. My brother and I do share a married (to each other!) aunt/uncle pair as godparents, but growing up, we were never especially close to them, and even now, although we see them on a very regular basis, there is no special godparent/child relationship. I had a special godparent relationship with my godmother, Zach with his godfather. Both have now passed, and both way too young (Zach's godfather was 37 when he passed of a brain tumour, my aunt was 59).
"Is ice hockey hard? I don't know, you tell me. We need to have the strength and power of a football player, the stamina of a marathon runner and the concentration of a brain surgeon. But, we need to put all this together while moving at high speeds on a cold and slippery surface while 5 other guys use clubs to try and kill us. Oh, yeah, did I mention that this whole time we're standing on blades 1/8 of an inch thick. Is ice hockey hard? I don't know, you tell me. Next question."