I have had the same dream for the past 7 years. Well, it isn’t exactly the same, but the general theme is identical.
I dream about him. Jaco. My first love. The man I would’ve married if he hadn’t died.
My huband knows about this, and he knows that I will always love Jaco and there is a part of my heart that he can never have because I gave it to Jaco all those years ago. The same piece that died with him on the 16th of October 2002.
I will never be the same person again. He took with him the carefree, optimistic Kerri and replaced her with me. The clingy, needy, pessimistic, scared little girl that I am today.
I know everyone thinks that I am over it. I will NEVER be over it. The pain of that loss is so deeply etched into my soul that I don’t think I will ever fully recover. I miss him more today than I have in the past nearly 7 years. Every time I drive past his house my stomach falls into my shoes. I can still see him everywhere I go. Every place that we went to together holds a memory that is so painful it is difficult to express.
You see July was our month. The month that we realised that we felt more for each other than just friendship. We were honest to each other about our feelings on the 28th of July 2000. Still one of the best days of my life. He was my first kiss, and I was his first. It was sweet, and innocent and special.
Who’s to say if we would still be together today? I can’t say for certain. We were young. We had just started our lives. But I know that he loved me. I know that he would hate it that I woke up this morning crying because I had dreamt about it. I know he would hate it that as I am sitting here the tears are falling onto the table below me.
This is my outlet. No-one wants to hear that my heart still aches when I see his family. It is easier for everyone to think that I have moved on. That I am married now, and I have forgotten about that terrible part of my life.
I love my husband. Deeply. I love him in a way I never got to love Jaco. Jaco is still a boy in my memory. I don’t know what kind of man he would be today. I never got the chance to love him as a fiance, or a husband or as the father of my children. But every day I mourn for that loss. I mourn for our future that we had planned down to the last detail. We even knew what we were going to call our children: Jennifer Rose, and Caleb Hunter. I can’t ever use those names now. It would be a painful reminder every day that those names were not meant for mine and Con’s children. They were meant to be mine and Jaco’s.
God, I just wish that I could see him one more time. To tell him that I love him so much and that I always will.
Nothing will change that he is my first love. Nothing will change that he made me feel like the most loved woman on the planet. Nothing will change that it is because of him I wouldn’t settle for any man who didn’t treat me the way he did. Nothing will change that I am married to a wonderful man who loves me so much that he can accept that I am who I am becuase of Jaco.
I will honour his memory for the rest of my life. I will love him and his family for the rest of my life. I will remember him for the rest of my life. And one day when my time on this Earth is done, I will meet him again. Of this I am certain.
I love you Jaco. Thank you for the time that I had with you. Although the end was painful, I would rather have had 2 short years with you than none at all.
I have to let you go now. I have to move on. I have to believe in my heart that this is how you would want it.
Till we meet again……
