My husband kept a little American flag in the window by his chair. It faded from the sun, and I told him more than once we should replace it, but he always said, “No, that one has been through enough with us.”
He loved North Dakota because people mostly left you alone but still showed up when it counted. He loved America the same way, I think. Not because everything was right, but because he believed regular people still mattered here.
Every night before bed, he prayed for our kids, our grandkids, the country, and whoever was president at the time. Even the ones he did not vote for. I used to smile at that, but now I miss hearing it.
I am placing this hex for him, for the little flag in the window, and for the America we prayed for together even when we were not sure what was coming next.