Yeah. I remember going into my grandfather's woodshop after he died and finding cobwebs.

And cigarette butts, used pencils, sawdust, and fingernail clippings.

He made a mirror on a stand for me long ago. I still have it and use it. So he lives on! And every time I look at myself I see a bit of him! Literally.

My dads house was like that.
Frozen in time and covered in grime because he wouldn't let us clean or throw anything away.

Life is so fragile

Time and age can be so cruel.

Ask them to tell you about them sometime.

Getting old svcks