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A little bit about moi:
I am a mom, a nana, a sister, a woman, a friend, a human being…a youth counsellor, Family Life Educator.
I have been working in the helping profession for over 25 years and volunteered in various capacities from youths to seniors.
Tournesol is my nom de plume for haiku and other Japanese form poetry here at Tournesoldansunjardin https://cheryllynnroberts.wordpress.com I hope you enjoy reading through my daily waka.
I also have another blog "Stop the Stigma" where I may stand on my soapbox now and then and hope it will become a place to drop in and share or comment on issues important to you. In that vein this could be a great way to learn from each other.
http://stigmahursteveryone.wordpress.com
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Tournesol dans un Jardin 
So poignantly written.
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Thanks, Celestine 🙂
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Little treasures tucked in a pocket…
Old Summer Robe
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I like your positive twist in your comment:)
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Oh this is heartbreaking.. when dementia sets in we see them fade..
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Yes, we do…thanks for dropping by, Bjorn:)
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I had purchased Mom 3 or 4 new tops in October of last year. The tags were still on all but one. She always sprayed herself down with Windsong cologne. I brought the tops home as she and I wore the same size. I cannot figure out how, but those few garments have my closet smelling of Windsong. Even after several laundry cycles….. Looks like we are still paddling down the same stream.
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That is a lovely comment, Janice. I’m so glad you have these tops. Even sans the smell, you probably feel her presence. My mom embedded her clothes with her perfumes…no matter how often you washed them, the scent is still there. We no longer have any of those now since she had been in the nursing home for 7 years…but I get whiffs of many people wearing her cologne. My daughter and I went for a brunch Saturday and she recognized someone with “nanny’s” cologne.
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