A/N: These aren't my characters/settings.
A Proper Goodbye
Prologue
There she lay in her hospital bed, barely moving and gasping for breath. Her wrinkled hand was grasped by her husband's who had been sitting with her for hours. They both knew that Phoebe's hours of life were few and magic couldn't save hers this time. Coop had tear dripping down as his beloved wife's life was sifting away.
Right outside the room was their three daughters Melinda Rose, Samantha Prudence, and Judith Ann Halliwell, mourning the near death of their mother. They were accompanied by Husbands and children of their own, but also their aunt Piper and Paige. All were crying and comforting each other. Nothing could be done now except sit there and wait, be there for her when she passes on.
Phoebe was 81 years old when she found out that she had a progressive predominant Hodgkin lymphoma which is a cancer effecting the lymph system. She was further in the stages when she was told about it and considering her age it was very unlikely for her to survive through it. But she lasted another two years and was prepared for what was to come of it.
Of course her sisters tried to all they could with magic, but Phoebe wouldn't let them interfere. She knew that it was time for her to go and that she shouldn't be able to cheat death again when regular humans have to deal with dying without a magical loophole. She new she that she had a wonderful life. Being a witch, having her strong connection with her sisters, finding love, and having three beautiful babies. It was all anyone could ever ask for. She had no regrets of turning down magical help. Indeed she was afraid for herself, but not for her family. She did her job. Her daughters were all grown up and married and she gave Coop years and years of her love that she knew would live on.
Her life was slowly fading from her body and she remained looking in Coop's eyes. You could hear the life support that was strapped to her beeping and making other funny noises an she listened to them carefully because she knew that when that they stopped that she would be well on her way to whatever dimension she was suppose to go to. Her breaths were getting harder and harder to get out and then soon everything was silent. Phoebe's body felt numb and cold until she was bated in rays of light that warmed her.
When she looked down at her hand she saw that her wrinkles were fading. She had know idea why, but her body was changing back into when she was years younger. Her hair went dark brown and put into two braids. Her hospital gown transformed into a white silk dress shirt and a pair of red pants. Then, instead of going into a heaven dimension the setting around her was very familiar.
Phoebe stood there in the living room of the manor. But it wasn't the manor it was now. It was furnished and decorated the way it had been well over fifty years ago. She stood there astonished when she heard footsteps walk closer to the door. Then opened the door and a tall figure was revealed. It was someone she was never suppose to see again. The only other man that she had every truly loved besides Coop. It was her ex-love, Cole.