The first time I noticed things were not right after Jeff passed away.

Approximately 7/18/11 I came home from work and set my purse and keys on the table by the door.  My neighbor, Eric, came over to check on me.  We talked for a while then he went back home.

Later, I decided that I was hungry and since there was no food in the house, I decided to go to Fred Meyer and see if I could find something that sounded good.  I went to grab my keys and they were not on the table where I had left them.  My purse was there.  I looked under the table.  I looked everywhere.  I then went across the street to Eric's and asked him if he had noticed where I might have put my keys.  He told me that I had put them on the table by the door.  I came back home.  I finally found my keys.  Someone or something had moved the keys and placed them on the coffee table under the stack of sympathy cards.  The only explanation I can come up with is Jeff moved the keys. When Eric left they were still on the table by the door.