We visited my son in his new house a few days ago. Looking around, I didn’t see the vintage potted plants he had gotten from our house almost six years ago. I asked him where the elephant foot palm was and he replied, “Oh, it died a couple of years ago. I didn’t know it was an indoor plant and left it on the patio. It got snowed on.”The elephant’s foot palm was over thirty years old when I gave it to him. I didn’t remind him that he had lived with this particular plant in the house for his entire life at home. It never spent an hour out-of-doors. Should I have given my son care and feeding instructions with the plant?
No, we had decided to give our things without strings attached. Although it really made me sad this bit of family history is no longer alive, I have to let it go too.