“After my father died, the world kept spinning — but mine slowed down. I tried therapy, rituals, silence, even forgetting. None of it fit. None of it could name the ache.”

So I turned to what I had: art, symbols, questions, and the whispers of memory. Out of that space — raw and sacred — came Whispered Remains.

This site, this project, this offering… it’s not here to fix you.
It’s not even here to make the grief go away.
It’s here to hold a space when no one else does.

A space for tears.
A space for ritual.
A space to remember.

If you’ve lost someone, or something, or some version of yourself — this is for you.

Welcome to Jacob Hades.
Here, we collect shadows. And we honor the light they leave behind.

— Matt Parker / Jacob Hades