Anyone else had objects move on their own right after a death in the family?

My late wife passed three years ago come November. The morning after, I'm sat in the kitchen with a cup of tea going cold in front of me, and her favourite ceramic mug - the one she kept on a specific hook, always the same hook, mind you - was sitting on the opposite counter. Nobody else in the house. I'm 73, not given to sleepwalking.

I've spent enough time reading NDE accounts to know the boundaries between here and whatever comes next aren't quite as solid as your average GP would have you believe. Whether that mug moved because she moved it, or because my grief somehow generated the energy - poltergeist researchers have written extensively on living agents, after all - I genuinely couldn't say.

What I can say is that it happened twice more that week. Small things. Her reading glasses appearing on the arm of my chair. A door I'd latched opening itself at half two in the morning.

Sceptics will queue up to explain every last bit of it away, and good luck to them. Some of us have actually lived through these moments rather than theorising about them from a very safe distance.

Curious whether others noticed a pattern to when these things happened - specific times of day, particular rooms? And did it stop, or did it become something you almost got used to?

@ManchesterHermit sorry for your loss mate, three years and that probably still hits hard.

What you're describing fits something researchers call "post-death communication" - it's actually one of the more commonly reported experiences and it almost always happens in that first 24-48 hour window. There's a decent argument that if consciousness does somehow persist after death, the energy or intent behind it would be strongest right at the point of transition.

The ceramic mug detail is interesting because it's a personal object with strong association. Not a random thing falling off a shelf. Her mug, her spot. That specificity is what separates these accounts from just settling floorboards or whatever sceptics reach for.

I'd write it down if you haven't already. Every detail. Three years on you might think you remember it clearly but you'd be surprised how the edges blur.