Yes.
My parents (Dad died in August of 1986, Mom in November of 2011)
My brothers (none of whom I'm even on speaking terms with, especially when I ask for help. The only thing I hear out of them is f!ck you, go kill yourself, and good riddance.)
My choral conducting professor I had as an undergraduate student. The only professor, which I found out too late, that gave a damn about me.
My old church choir. You don't sing with these people over the last 40 years without the love and respect we had for each other. (Not that I don't get that right now in my current choir, as a lot of them are finding out that hard way of what I'm capable of musically. It's just that some are still suspicious of my motives, especially after the comment I made about hearing harmonic garbage in the choir. It royally hacked off the choir director at me. I wasn't trying to make jabs at anyone, I was just stating a fact from what I was hearing during rehearsal. Yes, I know how hard it is to recruit new choir members, especially tenors of any kind. Yes, I have problems with contemporary church music, especially when it comes to "praise bands". No one knows that I'm on the spectrum in this congregation, except the pastor and possibly his wife. Then, again, this is a relatively small LC-MS congregation that is going through some growing pains, since moving from their downtown location over 10 years ago. At least they're not making the mistake the ELCA congregation I left last year made 25 years ago when they decided to move out of center city: they grew too fast for their own good.)