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In my line of work, I see death everyday. I think about it, but not really. I protect the innocent and fight the evil, the demonic evil, of the world everyday, but I find myself never dwelling on what might happen if my destined day comes. Now that I dwell on the matter, I can’t help but admit that I find myself waiting in somewhat of an anticipation, especially now.....that she’s gone. I somewhat envy the peace one hears about being in up there. However, in my line of work, knowing those who are up there, I somewhat doubt the measure to peace. But my envy still remains.

The way it happened seems kind of ironic to me, the way she died. However, if her death is ironic then everyone’s life is full of irony, but in truth it is. This train of thought had now met the end of the track.

My thoughts have been like this since that day. The day my sister died. I had lost people before, and it was hard, but never have I lost a sister. It’s changed me more than I can tell you.
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I don’t remember much about that day. Only that we were fighting a demon. No one special. As his flames turned the ash, she had turned to me with a smile. Just a normal smile nothing special. She waved to Piper and I as she headed toward the door. That was the last time I saw her.

I was at work later that afternoon. There was a knock on the door, it was Piper. I remember not looking at her until after a few moments but when I did I saw her, really saw her. She was gone. At that time I knew nothing of what had happened, but it was in her eyes.

I shook my head, as tears began to flow down our cheeks. Piper collapsed at the door her sobs overtaking her. I ran to her trying my best to stay strong. We later heard that it had just been a little girl who had gotten a hold of her father’s pistil. Unaware of what it was, she pulled the trigger. Phoebe just happened to be at the wrong place as the wrong time. It killed her instantly.

The funeral came and went. The Charmed Ones haven’t been the same. It has been over a month. But something happened one night as I lay in bed alone and sullen.

"Don’t Prue-Bear." It was like an old memory playing in my head. "You haven’t lost me, I’m still here. C’mon Prue-Bear, let me go. Live on. Life is what we are given in exchange for paradise. Both have their ups and downs, you can’t expect life to stop, I’m not that important you know. Your life is your loves and your loves are your life. There are things you need to hold on to, but not me. Let go, Prue. I’ll be okay, and so will you, and so will Piper. There are people out there who are dying and helpless, you two have been given the power to save them. C’mon Prue- Bear, let me go. There comes a time when I can’t always hold your hand and there are times when I simply don’t need to. Let go of me and hold on to Piper. Your day will come, but you are destined for great things, your departure from the world isn’t one of them. You two are the strongest people I will ever know, in life and in the afterlife. For you are my sisters, you are my life, and my loves."

My eyes opened suddenly glancing at an empty room. She was gone. I went next door and slipped my hand into Piper’s. I held on tight. And for the first time I slept.

That night I dreamt I was walking in a large field on a sunny day. Tall grass and flowers surrounded me. There sat a little Phoebe no more than 4 years old. She stood and began walking away. She looked beautiful even at that age.

"Where are you going?" I yelled as I saw her begin to disappear into the tall grass.

She turned and looked at me with a smile.

"To wait in paradise."