Years ago I visited an Aunt. A daughter of yours. I admired a succulent in a pot by her back tap and she said it was a cutting she took from you growing like wildfire. She gave me a piece of it. You were still Alive at the time.
Mine never grew much and nor did it die I dragged it with me from place to place as the gypsy in me failed to find a settling place.
Once I did and it started to grow, to flourish I shared it with another daughter of yours, my Mum; and some of my siblings. Last year my own daughter plucked apart a good portion of my plant to make a birds nest, I was mad at first ... upset. I calmed down and looked at it differently. I explained to her that this plant was a connection with my dear Nan who she never would meet, and thats why I was upset at its destruction.
We watered her nest and it grew. Its her special nest plant.
I know that I am probably breaking some cemetery by law by bring some of this to you but I see this plant as a link that binds us all together through generations, through life and death. I want to share back with you some of what my daughter grew, what I grew, what my siblings and your daughters grew and all of it came from and was created by You.
Tomorrow the sad little plant in the yoghurt pot I left for you yesterday will probably be eclipsed by beautiful flowers and daughters visiting you and Grand pop on the anniversary of your passing, its been 10 long years.
I wish you had been around to meet my kids and see the woman I have grown into and the mother I am.
I think you'd be proud. I hope you like these simple 'babies toes' in their recycled pot.
I miss you Nan.