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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 
This is so touching. It made me particularly sad because I have no place to lay flowers for my mother. Her ashes were scattered in the Fire Hole River in Yellowstone Nat’l Park and have long since made their way to the ocean, no doubt.
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I had originally wanted that done to my ashes but now that I visit Mom, I may see if I can buy a plot next to her. I have a place with my father’s family anytime I want but we were raised by our mother and grandmother. My kids might prefer that too.
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Very touching, so gentle and honest. I think you make me shed the softest and most hurtful tears at the same time.
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Ah Oloriel, you say the words a writer loves to hear…that their words touched you. Thank you. We were asked to do a play on words that have more than one meaning…I found the weeping willows at the cemetery I visited yesterday,just perfect.
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