The fourth meant family

I’m placing this for my grandfather, Louis Boudreaux.

Every Fourth of July, he put a small flag by the porch before anyone came over. Nothing fancy. Just family in lawn chairs, paper plates, too much food, kids running around, and somebody always complaining about the heat and mosquitoes. He used to say independence was not only something in history books. To him, it meant being able to work, raise your family, pray how you wanted, and sit in your own yard with the people you loved. He was born and buried in Louisiana. He never asked for attention, but every year on the Fourth, I still think about him standing there with that little flag. This hex is for him and for the kind of freedom he believed in.