Chapter 8 it is now 1966

Grandma came to visit us.We just finished dinner and were clearing away the dishes. Today is death day.she said to her mother. in the cupboard.mother replied. Grandmother was a short, stocky woman.She walked to the front of the cabinet, but couldn't reach the upper shelf with her height. jump on it.she said to me. I jumped. see the candle On the top shelf stood a small glass filled with wax, with a wick protruding from the center of the glass. this one? careful. What is this for? your grandfather. I jump down.I never met my grandfather.He died of a heart attack while he was repairing a sink in a summer cottage.Forty-two years old.

Is that his?I asked. Mother put a hand on my shoulder. We will light candles in his memory.Go play. I walked out of that room, but peeked back: I saw my mother and grandmother standing in front of the candles, muttering a prayer. I came back after they all went upstairs.All the lights were off, but candle flames lit the countertops, the sink, the side of the refrigerator.I didn't know it was a religious ritual yet.I think it's magic.I wondered if Grandfather was in it, a little flame, all alone in the kitchen, trapped in the glass. I never want to die.