Welcome to Life After Lil

I’ve been quiet lately, not because I didn’t have anything to say—but because I didn’t know how to say any of it. The last two weeks have been heavy. Emotional. Confusing. Draining. And full of moments that left me raw and unsure of where to begin. Letting Go, Again For the past month, I’ve been in Colorado helping my daughter get settled into her new nursing job and life in a brand new state. She’s young, brave, and doing hard things—but like most transitions, it hasn’t been easy. Watching her struggle with growing pains, uncertainty, and self-doubt has been so difficult for me as a mother. I’ve caught myself holding on tighter than I probably should. But I’m also someone who’s already lost a daughter. That loss changes you—it rewires the way you love, the way you protect, and the way you brace for heartbreak, even when there isn’t any. So yes, I hovered. I reassured. I stayed a little longer than I planned. On my last morning there, we went out to breakfast—just ...