My mom has to remind me that plants need water. I forget that sometimes. My Christmas cactus is prolific with blossoms this year and it reminds me of my grandmother. I lost my Nanna B when I was really young and there are very few things that I own that she touched: this plant was once hers. By a freak chance of luck (mainly my parents moving to Turkey), it was left at my house and when they moved to Hawai'i, it stayed with me.
It's a little way to make sure Nanna B is close by, watching Aoife play and me become the mom she would have been so proud of.