I'm sitting between my two surviving daughters at my oldest daughter Prue's funeral. This is the last place I want to be and in all my grief I am graceful for one thing; that my two living daughters have men at their sides that will help them through this, lending them a shoulder to cry on, literally in Piper's case.
It doesn't matter now that my oldest, no, middle daughter, Prue is still the oldest, she will always be, that my middle daughter is married to a whitelighter and my youngest daughter is dating a demon. At least both my girls have someone to help them through this, someone who understand what it was there killed Prue.
I wasn't close to her, that's true. She never truly forgave me for leaving their mum. But it doesn't matter; she is still my daughter. And no parents should have to bury their child.