I feel it's more of a release. I too play the songs we had at my husband's memorial and it always brings me to tears. I look at the photos of when he was in the hospice looking so thin and desperately frightened and I'm right back in that room and I can howl with grief. Then I put them back in his bedside draws and go about my new routine, til I need them again. I have lots of photos of my husband around the house but only the happy ones.
We all grieve in our own way and it's as individual as we are.
At this moment I am in the hospital where my wife died for my visit to the oncologists I had to get here early to avoid the tears that are now streaming down my face trying to pluck up courage to go into Macmillan waiting room horrible
At a Bereavement Support Group I attended on Saturday I met a woman who lost her husband 5 months ago. They were married for 57 years. Similar to Ruby, this woman told me that everyday she takes some of the Jazz music her husband enjoyed listening to and plays it for a half hour or so and cries the whole time.
Now she didn't say that she didn't cry at other times as well, but at least she seems to be doing something similar to you.
