Tonight I was looking for something in my husband's draw and in his jewelery box. All of a sudden I started to cry. I felt like I was invading his privacy. Everything of Jim's is just where it was the night he got sick back on November 13th.Since he went into the hospital and never came home nothing is changed from that night. I still have his pills on the kitchen table that he would have taken the morning of November 14th, It sits right next to his picture. Has antony else had this experience?