My mom and her plants

The past couple days have been fairly rough for me.  Not to the point where I cry all day, just small breakdowns here and there.  When I rock Allie to bed at night, I normally cry for a couple minutes...when I listen to Christmas songs (which I've done way less than normal this year), I cry.  It just sucks and I'll leave it at that.

My mom had such a green thumb.  No kidding, in her "next life" I really think she is a horticulturist.  Mom would take the rattiest plant at the nursery and make it a beautiful monstrosity in the shortest period of time.  When she died, we received so many plants, flowers, etc. and I kept telling dad that I only wanted people who would take care of them to adopt them once the funeral was over. 

I inherited several plants, the vast majority of which are still alive.  Mom's favorite flower was the hydrangea - of which was received many - but mine died 3 weeks after the funeral...SAD day for me.  But anyway, the rest of the plants I took are still alive and I know mom is proud of me.

Ok, these look awful but I refuse to let them go!