My Granny did everything with style. She would always light candles at dinner; on the table and in sconces around the room. As a little girl, it was my job to be the "candle snuffer." I remember crawling up on the chair and carefully putting out each flame. I was so careful not to smush the wick and hot wax, evidence of a long night filled with good food, happy conversation, love.
This was not her snuffer, but every time my little girl uses it to snuff out the dinner candles, we all pause to smell the smoke, imagining it circling its way towards my dear Granny in heaven.