Building A Fire

I went to my grandmother's tonight (16.Dec.08) around 5:30pm. I was with my mother and father. My grandmother had to go to the hospital because she hurt her back so we wanted to make sure she was doing well and my mother wanted to make cheese balls for a Christmas party.

Since my grandfather passed away (6.Apr.06) things have been difficult for us all. I have taken it very hard. My grandfather and I were very close. He used to build fires in the basement fire place every winter-the basement is where he spent most of his time when he was home.

I noticed as I was reading a book that the house felt very cold, I asked my grandmother if she had gotten a chance to build a fire and she hadn't. I decided I would go down and build one myself. My grandfather taught me how to do it. I knew I would have no issues.

Going in the basement is tough on me. There are many memories that linger still. When I got to the fire place, got the wood put in, I grabbed the matches and went to work on getting it going. While waiting for it to catch I noticed something didn't seem right. It was colder than normal. I felt as though I was being watched. It was at that moment that a bunch of gardening equipment and buckets fell over that he kept on the other side of the room.

This caused the hair on my arms to stand. I felt a rush of cold air. It was as if I had done something wrong. I felt like maybe he was there and was unhappy with how I was trying to build the fire.

I cannot be sure of what happened, I know I wasn't alone and it comforted me more so knowing that maybe he was watching out for me.