On the thirteenth of January,
the sky claimed its brightest flame,
and though the world feels colder now,
it will never be the same.
You were fire and truth and thunder,
brutally honest, sharp and wise,
yet your love was soft as moonlight
when tears filled up my eyes.
You never needed grand displays,
no trumpet, shout, or show—
you stood behind me in my darkness,
steady, quiet, letting me grow.
Through my heaviest nights you guided me,
with strength you didn’t boast,
a whisper in the background,
a fierce and faithful ghost.
I carry regret like a stone in my chest
for moments time stole away,
for conversations we’ll never finish,
for things I forgot to say.
But I know you knew.
I know you saw.
Love like yours could always tell.
Even in silence, even in distance,
you loved me fiercely well.
The world feels heavy without you here,
but I look to the night above—
and there you are, my witchy guide,
casting spells of stubborn love.
You were my light within the dark,
and now you are my star,
a flicker of flame in endless sky,
reminding me who we are.
So I will walk this winding path
with your fire in my chest,
until the day I see you again
and run into your rest.
I’ll wait for that hug at heaven’s gates,
no more distance, no more pain—
just your fierce arms wrapped around me,
and your voice saying my name.
Until we meet again, Nan.
Guide me home. ✨
Munchkin ❤️
18/02/2026
