Jacob Swenson-Lengyel

Care for the Dead

Care for the Dead

If you told me that my most precious memories would be those where I held my dead child, I wouldn’t have believed you. I couldn’t have believed you. For, if you told me that my firstborn son would die — like the cursed children of the Pharaoh’s Egypt...
The Unreality of Death

The Unreality of Death

Time is hurtling us inexorably forward. Each second – minute – hour – day – week – month is taking us further and further from the time when we could at least hold Jules, feel his skin on our skin, savor the touch of his downy soft...
Letter from an Isle Called Grief

Letter from an Isle Called Grief

For the last three weeks, much of the attention in our household has been focused on bodily matters, as Willa continues to mend physically and has been slowly recovering her eyesight. Her vision is almost back to normal, but is still blurry in her left eye. The...