I will never stop regretting that I couldn't save you. Not just you as a witch, a Charmed One, but as my sister-in-law. It is hard for me to look at Phoebe and my wife every day wondering if they blame me. I blame myself. I was your whitelighter and I should have been able to heal you, to bring you back to your sisters. But I couldn't and that will never be okay. I hope you know just how much I wanted to heal you. Love is the key to my power of healing, and believe me, there was never a shortage of affection for you. But even magic can only go so far. I never imagined I would be on this side of life and you would be on the other one.
Sometimes I drive myself crazy with the "what ifs." Like what if I had healed you first, would both you and Piper have made it? Maybe Piper was better off and she is right, I shouldn't have healed her first just because she was my wife. What if Phoebe hadn't been in the Underworld? All of these things seem to run through my head on replay and I hope that maybe one day it will slow down.
Since you died, I've done my best to take care of your sisters just like you would have. I'm afraid of losing them just like I lost you. Those few seconds before I see that warm golden glow emanating from my hands seem more terrifying every time. That brief delay tricks me every time and I think we're about to go through the whole painful process again. But I refuse to watch Piper bury another sister. I refuse to bury another sister-in-law. Or my wife.
I know I never said it, but I loved you Prue. You were like a sister to me. I wish I had the chance to tell you when you were alive. One day I hope I will be able to tell you just how important you were to me, to this family. Piper wants to name our first daughter after you, and I honestly couldn't think of a better namesake for our little girl. You were a wonderful witch and sister, and no doubt are lighting up heaven in a way that no one would have ever imagined. Enjoy heaven, but know that we miss you here.