Clara remembered how concerned she was when she lost her hair band. She asked her father to find it. He did.
That was Clara’s earliest memory of him, and a pleasant one, but others were painful. With a rebellious daughter of her own she traded positions with her father. Clara, too, would have searched the streets for any hair band her daughter dropped, but her daughter no longer accepted assistance from her.
That may be what a memorial service is good for. It gets regrets out in the open and breaks habits one wished had been broken long ago.
Linked to Friday Fictioneers where Rochelle Wisoff-Fields offers C. E. Ayer’s photo as a prompt for stories of 100 words or less.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
It’s always sad when those familial bonds break. It’s much better to break those bad habits.
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It is sad. Thank you!
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Yes so true. I found that not putting demands on people they stayed closer.
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Thank you, James!
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Too often the end of a rebellious child.
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They often look back with regrets, but having regrets is better than not having them at all. Thank you, Oneta!
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Sad when families grow apart, but that’s part of growing up I guess. No longer needing or wanting the help.
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It is sad. Thank you, Draliman!
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A bittersweet story with so many layers to it. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you!
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So much sadness in this. My often repeated prayer is that my kids remain in communication one or the other.
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May your family stay in communication and love with each other, Pragalbha! Thank you!
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At least she has learned from experience, he would be pleased to know that.
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We all learn some things the hard way. Thank you, Iain!
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Dear Frank,
And the circles they go round and round. Nicely done. Happy birthday.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle!
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A sad story. I could feel Clara’s regret, but hope that she can break those habits that caused her such pain. Well done, Frank!
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Once she understood, I’m sure she did. Thank you, Brenda!
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Regrets – it’s sad they exist in the first place.
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It is sad they exist. Thank you, Dale!
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Great story and quite bittersweet. It’s amazing what our earliest memories can be and how they can shape our lives. Good job.
-David
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Thank you, David!
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What a poignant story spanning two generations.
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Thank you, Magarisa!
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WOW
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Thank you, Jael!
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You’re welcome…the post triggered a lot.
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Nicely writen and so true
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Thank you, Michael!
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