She Took the Light With Her” It’s hard to forget my great grandmother, Death didn’t take her gently—it took my ground. Her hands were the last place I felt safe, Now even silence sounds too loud. The house still breathes the way she did, But warmth died the day she went away. Every corner knows her absence well, Every prayer breaks before I can say her name. She didn’t just die—she took the light, Left memories sharp enough to bleed. It’s hard to forget someone like her, Because loving the dead never lets you sleep By Krish She died yesterday 14/Jan/2026 at 5:30 am (I am changing the name of my account)