Grief does funny things to people. Lucy Easthope has a part in her book (which is mostly about emergency management) about going a little nuts when her husband was in the hospital and close to death from an aneurysm. She wouldn’t let them throw out his bloody clothes (that they’d cut off) and went so far as to grab the gauze and sponges out of the trash because part of him was in there. It’s moving, and a little insane because she deals with mass casualty events on a regular basis. But personal grief is very different.