In the Sping of 2016, my mom divided a bunch of the hostas she had planted in her little condo-garden and gave them to me to transplant in my own garden. The hostas struggled that season . . . as newly transplanted hostas do . . . but I had every confidence that they would come back strong the next year. I knew my mom's hostas would thrive in my garden. What I didn't know . . . is that my mom would die that very fall. The next March - [...]