She gave it to me a few years back to try and save. It was 3/4th dead. I transplanted it and cut away the 3/4ths that was just dead plant material. What was still in the pot after looked better, but nowhere near what it was when Gramp was alive and caring for it. I only gave it a 50/50 chance of surviving the shock of the drastic combination of repotting and chopping off most of it's bulk, but that was it's best chance of surviving.
Today, 17 years after Gramp's death it still is just a shadow of what it was, and maybe I'm just in an optimistic mood, but for the first time I think I can see years down the road how with the proper care it could be what it was when Gramp took care of it.
Well, time to get to work.