Tana Marie Hayes

Left: Tabatha Hayes.

Right: Tana Hayes.

That was their last picture together.

I remember something. Everything about it. What we were wearing. What we said. You making me wear your jacket because you didn't think mine was thick enough. About 8 months before the accident. It was Christmas. You came to Florida to visit. We went to the beach the night you got there and it was the first time you had ever been. I remember you laughing at how you couldn't see anything because it was so dark, but you really wanted to collect some seashells. So we did. We spent hours on the beach laughing and stuffing seashells in your purse. It hurts so bad to go to the beach and think of you. Only because I know we can never do that again. I miss you so fucking much, Tana. Every day. Every single day I wake up and think about you. Think about how you'll never get to swim in the ocean, or dance in the rain, or sit and watch the clouds.

It hurts so bad. Everyone says it'll get better with time, but it hasn't. It still hurts just as bad to see your picture on the entertainment center or to here Mom and Mamie talk about you. It hurts to see Jon cry and miss you. It hurts to see Tabby alone when you should be with her.

I miss you, Tana.