Long story short - my grandpa was my hero; Bumpa passed 8 years ago this summer. When he was in the service, he brought a cactus home for my grandma…and it’s been in the family since. For just over two decades, this cactus lived in the backyard of my grandma’s house where it was existing, but not thriving. It started to die last summer and my grandma’s heart was heartbroken. She asked me to do what I could to save it. So I did the research, severed the pads safely, and unfortunately only one of the three I cut survived. The smallest, least mature pad kept fighting over the last 6-8 months…and now it has grown a friend 🥹 I’m getting married this year, yet another milestone without Bumpa…but this…this felt like a sign and not a single person is going to convince me otherwise.
