The last couple of times visiting my grand parents house around the time they were in a nursing home and after they passed away was surreal. The house was rotting as they did. Everything is like I remember, but there’s some mold in things, rotten wooden stairs that broke when I walked in them. The thing that just really upset me was after they passed my uncle moved in and smoked inside so everything smelled like smoke. It was disgusting. I don’t know how he could choose to ruin his childhood home like that. Maybe he’s totally noseblind to it. The shitty thing was that it also technically wasn’t his house at the time. They’ve all sorted it out now but he just sort of moved in without really getting permission from his siblings.