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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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This very morning my oldest sis broke into tears mentioning her son that died 5 1/2 years ago. The pain remains when the heart is touched.
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Oh dear, I can only imagine the hole it leaves too. My best friend lost her son Jan 28th 5 yrs ago. I wrote this poem for another friend …her sister found her 42 yr. old son in his bed had died. The autopsy showed an enlarged heart. They had no clue. During these unusual times, my heart goes out for anyone who has lost a loved one but the loss of a child, I can imagine ever ‘walking normal’ again. Sending you warm hugs from cold Montreal…I took the day off…as we age we seem to listen to our bodies better or is it because they scream louder (chuckling). 💕 🤗
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Reblogged this on Traces of the Soul.
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