Made with Preserve
A Preserve made for you
my mother
She spent three decades holding other people's worst days in her hands and never carried one home.
2 chapters3 min read
Made with love by Renée
Opening
You have never come in on the right note the first time, and you have never been quiet about it. Fifty years in that choir. You sing the loudest and you're the only one who apologizes to the piano.
— Deacon Curtis Lemoine · choir
Auntie Yvette taught me to season food by making me shut my eyes and guess what was missing. I got salt wrong four times. She said, "that's fine, baby, most people never learn to taste on purpose."
— Jaylen Hill · grandson
Thirty-one years writing down what other people said, word for word, and you came home and never repeated one sentence of it. Mama, you carried everybody's business your whole life. Seventy years old and still the most trustworthy person I know.
— Renée · daughter
— Renée · daughter
Voice note — kept private in this public example. Voice notes play in a real Preserve.
A voice note from Jaylen
— Jaylen Hill · grandson
One person made this. A few memories came from people who know her too.
A few memories. A few photos.
That’s enough.