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December 15, 2008


Jason Rubin

My wife has a cool Christmas cactus story. In September 1990, her father, very ill with cancer, was released from the hospital so that he could die at home, according to wishes. In the room was a Christmas cactus, which mysteriously began to bloom the day he died, even though it had bloomed earlier in the year during the winter. Somehow, nature noted both transitions, blossoming and expiring, at the same time.

Larry Lehmer

That is a cool story, Jason. Thanks for sharing.

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