AN: This was written as a piece of English coursework and I just found it lurking on my hard drive. Read and review!!

Dear Diary,

The funeral was today. It was lovely, but they didn't come. Nobody came; all those people he knew. Sellers, buyers, so many of them. No one came. Did they blame him? Did they forget him? I don't understand.

I felt so very sad today, but I didn't cry. I couldn't cry. I don't know why, but I can't seem to take hold of the truth. I know he's gone. I know there's no going back. I know there's no way he'll ever come home. I just can't help feeling that he will. It's like he's away on business, like he's gonna come home and day now. I can't take hold of the truth.
I paid off the mortgage today. We're free. Well Willy's free I'm trapped here without him. I have a house. I have no home. It's too big for me. The boys will visit me sometimes. They'll inherit the house of course. How will I live all on my own in that big house? I could never sell it; Willy put too much work into it for that. I shall just have to live all alone in the dust and echoes, all reminding me of him, of the past. I will never forget.
Biff says he knows himself. It's so typical of this family that he should find himself, just as Willy is lost. I don't know what he's gonna do now. He talks about the West, the air, the fields and open spaces. I hope against hope, it turns out good for him.
Willy would have been proud. All that tension. All that hate. All that spite between them. I'm glad they finally made peace before the end.
Happy's following him. It would have made Willy proud to see how his son idolised him so. It just makes me afraid, although it's a silly thought; he might follow in Willy's footsteps, all the way to the end of the road, that he may go the same way. But hey, that's a fool's thought. It's no good to anyone worrying about such things.
If dreams took Willy, then that's the best way to go. He can dream now. He can dream forever and never wake up to this concrete jungle. And sometime soon, I'll join him in his dreams. A little house in the country, with flowers all around and two tall Elm trees. Forever.