I do believe when somebody very close to us dies we become hyper-sensitive to happenings. Things that would happen anyway but we notice them because we are in an altered state of mind and not believing they have really gone.
A few hours before my husband died in hospital he told me all the important documents I would need were in a specific drawer, in a large envelope, in his desk in the attic.
I got home after he died in the early hours of the morning. I was alone because I wanted to be. I went into the attic, dived into his desk into the wrong drawer. It was the drawer he kept all our cards given to each other over our twenty years of marriage. There were hundreds of them. I rummaged in a mindless way thinking I'd find that important envelope. The cards fell out into a heap on the floor.
I picked one up. It was a beautiful card given to me from him several years earlier. It read 'Thank you for being you. For everything we've shared. For your love and support over our years together. I will always love you'
I do believe.