As I perch on my fluffy white cloud I remember the events of the past twelve hours; it's been a good day. My wishes were all carried out and everything was exactly as I wanted it to be, better than I could have ever imagined. All my friends looked lovely in their bright colours, Carla looked stunning in red and Norris' bow tie made me chuckle I was a little disappointed by Tim's football shirt and Mary's costume doesn't even bare thinking about! Roy looked very dapper, as ever. I watched him polishing his shoes to within an inch of their life, as I had told him to and his suit came up nice after being to the dry cleaners. The food looked lovely, I wanted to eat it all myself. A chorus of 'close to you' finished off the evening perfectly, even though some people were a little out of tune, but I won't mention any names, it was still lovely. I had asked that no one cried or got upset, I wanted it to be a celebration, a happy day, but I can understand the people I was closest to being a bit teary. I just wanted to hold Roy's hand in the church, grab hold of Fiz when she was reading and cuddle Carla in so close and tell her it was all going to be alright. But even though I could be of no comfort, they all got the reassurance they needed from their loved ones. Roy's got Fiz and Tyrone and Carla has turned into a bossy step-mother, but he needs a bit of guidance and telling what to do now and again. Fiz has Tyrone and the little ones; they are so well suited and make a lovely little family, they'll be happy together for years to come, just like me and Roy. And now Carla has Peter. I didn't think Peter could change, I didn't think they would work or be good for each other but they seem so happy. I watched Peter comforting Carla in the back yard and my heart melted. I feel so privileged to have had Carla as a boss and as a friend. I always got the impression she didn't let her guard down with too many people, so I was one of the lucky ones; I got to know and see the real her.
People always say to be more afraid of the living than the dead, but I'm not so sure. I was listening to all the people in the Rovers saying what a good soul I was, but that was just because I loved my life and wanted to enjoy every possible second of it; I didn't have time for arguments and conflict. But now it's just me up here, I'll be coming back for the Tracy Barlow's of Weatherfield and anyone else who hurts Roy, Fiz or Carla. I'm really looking forward to bumping into Tony Gordon up here; I'll be giving him a taste of his own medicine.
Roy looks so lost and alone down there, I don't know how he will cope, but I'll always be at his side, watching over him and keeping him safe. Just because you die, you don't go blind and deaf. He may not be able to see me or hold me like he used to, but that doesn't mean I won't be there. I've just watched him going off to see his mother, something I never thought I'd see him do, but it must be horrible being in the flat alone, I don't think I would have liked it in there without Roy.
But now they've all gone home, it's been a long and stressful day for everyone; I too must get some rest. My work is done for today. Good night world, God bless.
