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Bert Yurt

Bert Yurt dug dirt. One night when he was four, he dug up his mother’s tiny garden with a teaspoon. As the sun rose, his mother cried, ‘Oh Bert, what will I do with you?’ Bert looked up with his eyes bright, ‘Get me a bigger garden.’ By the time Bert was six, his family […]

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Last Day

I met Colonel Greydon on the last day of his life. We didn’t know it was his last day, but we knew he was dying. And he wanted to die at home, in peace, without prolonging it. He’d taken great care to have male nurses around the clock, because he was a private sort of […]