My Grandfathers Plant

My favorite plant is my Pothos Or "Devils Ivy." It was my grandfather's and I've had it for 15 years, since he passed away. Once my sister knocked it over and I acted like she had spilled his ashes. It is really a very plain plant, a kind you would typically find in any office or hanging in anyone kitchen. It has those spade shape leaves and can be all green or white too when its getting a lot of light. I imagine it has my grandfather's personality and I take such comfort in his presence. I imagine he smiles at me when I come into the room. Sometimes when I try to sneak out without watering everybody yet, I am drawn back by the air of paternal disapproval in the room. Once my Pothos got sick and I was worried that I wouldn't have that anymore; that I would lose that last piece of things from then. I scrounged the Internet for advice and took cuttings to try to preserve the legacy. Eventually my friend made a complete recovery. Now I feel he is proud of me when I stop to admire his new growth.