My grandmother kept more family history in her Bible than we ever kept anywhere official. Names, dates, little notes, funeral cards, pictures tucked between pages, and prayers written so small you had to hold the book close to read them.
She did not have much money, but she remembered everybody. Birthdays, baptisms, who was sick, who needed forgiveness, who needed a phone call even if they did not deserve one.
New Mexico was where she raised us to stay close, even when life got hard and people got stubborn. I placed this hex for her because her Bible held our family together longer than any document ever could.