My Mother’s Thanksgiving cactus blooms in my kitchen. Thank you, Mom. This cactus was with my Mom for many years. I remember it blooming in the living room as a child. Could it really be the same one? Perhaps it’s a start from that cactus. I think it must be. The cactus traveled from Oak Harbor to her home in Kennewick, to an adult retirement home, then to an Olympia independent living apartment near me, then to a memory home and finally, after her death, to my home. I am grateful to see it bloom and flourish after it almost died with her.