{"id":14642,"date":"2020-06-26T00:09:50","date_gmt":"2020-06-26T04:09:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.mentordiscoverinspire.org\/2020\/06\/26\/moving-on-the-cost-of-not-grieving\/"},"modified":"2021-04-25T16:57:14","modified_gmt":"2021-04-25T20:57:14","slug":"moving-on-the-cost-of-not-grieving","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.mentordiscoverinspire.org\/moving-on-the-cost-of-not-grieving\/","title":{"rendered":"Moving On \u2013 The Cost Of Not Grieving"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
Matt Coddington<\/strong> MDI Contributor<\/strong><\/pre>\n\n\n\n
When I think of grieving, I always associate it with a person who has died. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Have I truly grieved the deaths of the people closest to me throughout my life up to this point? I have not. I\u2019m not sure why. But I know deep down I haven\u2019t. And I ask myself now, what is the cost of that? What price have I paid as a man, as a human being, for becoming numb and not honoring those people with my heart and love?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Why try and answer that? I think: just move on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My first experience with death was with my father\u2019s passing in 1980. I was 17; he was 73. That day held the most bizarre experience I have ever had, and will ever have. My mother and I went to the hospital and sat by the bed where his body lay motionless. That was my dad. “Move man, say something, you were just alive the last time I saw you! What the hell is going on here?” I had never seen a dead body before, let alone my father’s. I was afraid to touch him. <\/p>\n\n\n\n