I have been on this planet for 41 and a quarter years.
I have had lots of experiences throughout my life. I have had the opportunity of education in two very different areas of study. If you told 18-year-old Kerry that she would go back to school in her thirties and take classes such as “Anatomy and Physiology,” “Pharmacology” and “Pathophysiology”, she probably would have laughed at you.
Though truthfully, 18-year-old Kerry did not know what pathophysiology was, so she would not have had any business laughing at you.
(Pathophysiology is basically the functional changes a body has to an illness.)
I have been lucky to have had met some great people and have traveled to some great places.
I ate some fancy dinners and listened to some very important people talk.
The dinners themselves were not that interesting. It was almost always some form of chicken.
I have been lucky to have a career and own a home.
And most importantly, I have experienced love within marriage and motherhood.
I know I often lament about how I did not realize how great my life was during those years.
My life was great during those years. And I should cut myself slack for not appreciating it.
Because that was Before.
Before IT all happened.
Before my life changed forever.
That version of myself stopped existing on March 23, 2016.
But after I lost everything- after I hit my rock bottom- it was impossible not to think about my years with Bryon and regret that I did not make the most of those years.
I took him, our marriage and our love for granted.
And I took our future for granted. We were supposed to grow old together.
But we all know that life had other plans. The proverbial curve ball.
True to my Boston-Irish-Catholic upbringing, guilt is one of the few emotions that my upbringing taught me that it was okay to express (anger and restrained amusement are okay too).
The first place my mind went was that Bryon’s death was some sort of punishment.
God was clearly punishing me for something.
Either that or he was punishing my daughter. She wasn’t even two at that point, so I really don’t think she could have committed an infraction so bad that it would warrant losing her father.
I could write another whole post on my thoughts on God so I will save that for another time.
For another time when I feel like being preached at….
So God, or the Universe, or Whoever is in charge decided that Bryon’s life was over.
And my mind immediately starts searching for any reason that it could have happened.
Because Bryon dying did not make sense.
So I turned inward and figured this must have been some sort of punishment from God for something I did.
Who knows, maybe I did something in a past life to deserve this because I really do try to be a good person.
To this day, I will never understand why Bryon had to die.
I have accepted that I will probably never know that answer.
Maye God is just cruel.
Why do some people get to live long lives and why do some people have to die young?
But one thing I can tell you with all certainty is that survivor’s guilt is real.
I once heard that survivor’s guilt is your psyche’s way of trying to assume control in a situation where you did not have any control.
That makes sense to me. When Bryon was sick, I never felt so helpless in my life. All I could do was wait and hope for the best. Luckily we had visitors but there was a lot of time where I read some fluffy books, said some rosaries and I organized all my pinterest boards.
For years, I beat myself up for taking Bryon for granted. Maybe if I appreciated him more, he wouldn’t have had to die.
But it wasn’t until recently that I decided to cut “Before Kerry” some slack.
I have suffered from survivors guilt for over three years and I realize that it is time that I have to forgive myself.
There was no way I could have known.
I had a husband who loved me very much. Sure we could argue. We were two people who both had Mercury in Leo. But we loved each other fiercely.
Frankly, there were times Bryon took me for granted too.
Our love and our bond was strong. There was enough trust for us to be able to take each other for granted.
Isn’t this what life is supposed to be about- taking what we learn from life’s difficult moments and use them to be a better person.
I don’t recommend taking people for granted.
But “Before Kerry” was doing the best she could with what she knew at the time.
Aren’t we all just trying to do our best?
I remember one day just feeling completely beside myself. Bryon couldn’t speak because he was on a trach. I remember saying to him, out of complete desperation, that I wish I could have switched places with him. As if that was even an option. It wasn’t an option but yet it seemed like the best option. He just looked at me and shook his head no.
I know he wouldn’t want me to feel this way.
I need to forgive myself so I can move forward.