In my family we have two plants which have been around for generations.
One is a Schlumbergera cactus (Christmas cactus) which belonged to my grandfather (my fathers side).
When he passed away the plant went to my parents and when a small shoot came out my dad transfered it to small pot for me.
Right the first year it gave a beautiful red flower. This year it has grown a lot but no flowers due to moving house twice. We have named the plant Grandpa, I know kinda weird.
We actually say, “be careful with Grandpa” when my dad moves the big plant from the table on my parents veranda.
The second plant is a Clivia Miniata (Bush Lilly).
My grandmother (my mother’s side) had the original plant, my mother got the first shoot and I got a shoot from that shoot. Next to our Clivia offsprings there are many more going around my family from this one original plant.
Last year my dad had two flowers in one plant and my aunt always calls when her Clivia is blooming.
We all seem to think the plant embodies a piece of my grandmother and my mother who are sending us some flowery happiness from above.