Jessica in bloom

The day after I turned 17, in 1993, my cousin Jessica died. She was only four months younger than me. I ended up with this awesome hibiscus plant from her funeral, and somehow I have managed to keep it alive, though we've had a few close calls. Still, it blooms relatively often for me, and I just adore the flowers. I woke up to one this morning and I will have another tomorrow.

We named the plant Jessica. Isn't she pretty?