My Childhood

I remember when my mother left me and my father, it was my grandparents who compensated that loss. 

They made sure that my mother's absence is never felt. 

They loved me, adored me and treated me like royalty. 

Today however 31 years old, when my grandmother is also no more,

I feel that life is not worth living anymore. 

Death seems to be the solution to those issues. 

Is it right or wrong, I am not sure, but I know for a fact that these people have been the pillars to my life and will be so till I die.