The holidays come, and with them this year will come a very empty space that will never be filled again.

Mother left us in March, but also left behind many things to remind us of her loving, caring presence.

She, like her father had a love for a plant I am going to call Holiday cactus. I choose to do this, not to seem politically correct, but because different varieties bloom at different holidays, Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter. I thin that Grandpa and mother had them all. Blooms of orange, crimson, marroon and white…

Yesterday, my sister gifted me with a new one. Blooming joyously and reminding me of Mother and her love.