Look at you, you're growing old so young. Please, don't be. You were/are disappointed, we all are. We're not really so unalike, you and I. But we moved on. It does, when you pray, it works wonders. Looking back, we're very much the same, you hoped for their fall to be softened, so did I, by some stroke of Will, lay the misplaced cushion, guided by the Invisible Hand, who was always there to lift us up when we fell, and is always there to comfort us when we are distraught. Thanks, Dad. It wasn't easy? Trust me, it will neverbe, and it never is. Sure, it means alot to you, that's why it hurts. You definitely wanted it badly, but cry, let it out. And when we're old, you can frame it up and say, "Look, we survived that", it will definitely come to pass. Looking back on it all, we'll realise who carried us through when we were at our lowest, wasn't actually ourselves, and how much gratitude we owe Him, and can never, infinitely, eternally ever, repay back, but to turn back and give the glory where it's due. Sure they had it hard, but they're still alive, battered and bruised, but alive. All thanks to the One who caught them.