Talking about happy memories is excruciatingly painful. So, I'm just kind of baffled about why I would want to do that?
^I know what you mean. Obviously inflicting such pain on yourself is baffling.
I'm sorry I have to keep referencing the passing of my father but it's how I relate to what you're saying and doing. I loved him far more deeply than he loved me... I suspect. We disagreed on many things and as I've said for much of my life we were not close. but...
I think the idea with the talking is to
normalise it. So mired in grief that touching on it is too excruciating. So, quite naturally, we don't. Who'd want to inflict that tsunami of emotional pain on themselves over and over?
I wonder do you want to be able to reminisce with others about your mum without being engulfed in pain? Or quietly remember her and find solace in the doing? Or do you want to keep it pushed down so you can maintain control for right now & function?
I realise that avoiding pain is the objective but there are different ways of arriving at that place of peace.
There's an
in between method between avoiding & confronting (the pain) and it sounds like your partner has been heading for that sweet place anyway.
I could not do it... eg I had to ring & write to many businesses etc to cancel memberships, subscriptions, accounts etc. Each time I had to say or write over and over that my father had passed away. I cried after many of these moments. I had difficulty even writing it in an email... I was on auto for many of those moments and the only motivation
I had to continue doing it was to allow my mother the opportunity to not have to do it so she could rest & have some peace.
Having gone through that I was reluctant to speak about dad at all for a while. But things just kept coming up & because dad was such a patriarch much of what was going on involved him even in his absence? Does that make sense? Like business decisions..etc.
So incidentally and quite organically dad kept being referenced. Then it sort of spread into other topics so when I spoke with my mother about some of dads unique quirks... some good, some less than... we could see the humour..and initially at times, we couldn't bring ourselves to openly laugh but after quite a few of those moments we now can.. and that's led us into some other discussions about what he'd do, not do etc...
None of this was done without being confronted again and again with the awful, horrible reality that he's not here anymore. The lengthy silences where alone and in the presence of others.. we've just sat and reflected. And I'm so, so sad, so overcome still with aching grief that often I don't know what to do with it.
What I'm trying to say is that shutting it down, keeping that lid on - it takes so much energy. It does achieve what you want in the short term - absolutely. But in the long term, no it doesn't and I wish it could be otherwise.
I've tried to not make this post about me... just trying to explain that I was forced to confront my grief for many reasons and though I'm far from managing it - that it's another way for you to consider?