07/25/2026
One year ago today, Zeke’s heart stopped beating. One year ago today, my son died inside of me.
It’s been an entire year of walking through the grief of not having him here with us. I have grieved him for 365 days. I have cried more tears than I can count. I have slept every single night with Zeke’s bunny tucked safely in my arms where he was meant to be sleeping. Many days I have barely been present in the world around me. Grief has changed every part of me. Zeke has changed every part of me.
But I also have had joy and laughter. I have planted seeds that are now a flourishing garden. I have read countless messages from this community reaching out to tell me they are thinking of Zeke, how he changed their life, or how they found a cat with a heart-shaped spot or a heart-shaped cheese curd. I have met some of the most amazing mothers, all of whom are all grieving their own children. I have developed deep friendships with these women unlike anything I have known before. I have told Zeke’s story over and over again, even when it felt nearly impossible to do. Zeke has changed not only me, but everyone who brushes up against him.
Today Zeke’s dad and I went to pick out a tree, a weeping mulberry, to plant Zeke’s placenta under. In 2 days, on his birthday, we will plant that tree for our boy so that his memory will live on in this place that we will soon be leaving. In 2 days, we will celebrate Zeke turning 1! But today we mourn his loss.