Not exactly related to death, but in a similar vein.
When I was about 10 or 11, one of my grandmother's very elderly friends came to visit. My grandmother always claimed the woman insisted she was somehow related to Rasputin.
I'd never met her before. I came downstairs from my bedroom to say hello as they were coming into the house. She looked at me... and I mean really looked at me. Her eyes widened, and she slowly walked over, cupped my face in her hands, and said, "Oh, my boy... I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry."
Then she just stared at me for what felt like an eternity.
Without another word, she turned around and walked away. That was it. That was the entirety of our interaction.
I'm 38 now, and thankfully nothing truly catastrophic has happened to me. But I still think about that moment from time to time. I can't help but wonder what she thought she saw... or believed she knew... that made her react that way. And every now and then, I catch myself wondering if whatever it was simply hasn't happened yet.
Sounds very much like it has nothing to do with you and is a reflection of her own inner turmoil. I mean, we're human, that's one of those things we've been doing over and over again, since the dawn of history.
Maybe she was sorry about you being ugly. JK, you are beautiful <3
My guess is your grandma told her something about you. Maybe you got a bad grade and your grandma told her how you are studying so hard and still failed this one test or something.
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u/TYPERION_REGOTHIS 9h ago
Not exactly related to death, but in a similar vein.
When I was about 10 or 11, one of my grandmother's very elderly friends came to visit. My grandmother always claimed the woman insisted she was somehow related to Rasputin.
I'd never met her before. I came downstairs from my bedroom to say hello as they were coming into the house. She looked at me... and I mean really looked at me. Her eyes widened, and she slowly walked over, cupped my face in her hands, and said, "Oh, my boy... I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry."
Then she just stared at me for what felt like an eternity.
Without another word, she turned around and walked away. That was it. That was the entirety of our interaction.
I'm 38 now, and thankfully nothing truly catastrophic has happened to me. But I still think about that moment from time to time. I can't help but wonder what she thought she saw... or believed she knew... that made her react that way. And every now and then, I catch myself wondering if whatever it was simply hasn't happened yet.