But my point in mentioning that is, my aunt is not a fan of suffering. I’m not entirely sure why, but she’s said to me before I got sick that she finds the Church’s concentration on suffering repulsive and she prefers the Resurrection theology.
In the era when your aunt grew up, the theology of suffering was really, really pushed on people. Especially on women. And sometimes not in a healthy way.
It was an era of “victim souls” who were supposed to be suffering for mankind.
It is highly likely your aunt had negative experience with it, as did many other people. Hence the influence on the Resurrection theology beginning about in the late 1960s.
And manifested in my hometown parish by whatever was over the altar (I cannot remember if it was a large Crucifix or a statue of the Sacred Heart or even a statue of the name saint of the Church, I was too little, but I definitely remember some old sculpture being there) being removed and replaced with a giant gold-sparkle painted modern mural of the Risen Jesus which is still there to this day. As a kid I was all like, “Yay, a pretty Sparkle Painted Jesus!” and did not understand why some adults didn’t like it so much. They were used to Suffering Jesus.
(A few decades later the large Crucifix was put back up, suspended over the altar somewhat in front of Sparkle Painted Risen Jesus, where it stayed for about 20 years before being moved to the side wall, probably because the current pastor was concerned the plaster holding the suspension hooks might let go and the big heavy crucifix come crashing down on someone below.)
I understand why your aunt’s generation might have rejected the Suffering in favor of the Resurrection.
The problem is, when we actually experience suffering in life that we can’t help, such as an illness or a death of a loved one, we are hit with suffering head-on and we need that Suffering Theology to make use of it or sense of it.