Hensley Wilbur

**Diary Entry** I never thought I’d write this, but here I am—thirty years old, living in Manchester

The parents decided to sign over Gran’s flat to my sister, leaving me with nothing: “

**Diary Entry – 12th November** How swiftly life slips away… And how quietly we become strangers to our

We sat with my daughter, weeping: after twenty years of marriage, my husband left me… with nothing but

I piled three meatballs on my plate—my husband blew up at me, saying I needed to lose weight.

My heart aches with sorrow and fear. My daughter-in-law wants to take the home I’ve cherished my whole

My life is a series of losses and miracles that taught me to cherish the warmth of family and the kindness

I let my son and his family move in with me. Now I’m the one renting a flat while my former daughter-in-law

I still feel like I’m in a daze when I think about that phone call from my sister. She rang me up, all

I always dreamed of grandchildren. I imagined them even when my son Oliver was just a boy—how I’d dote