“Kit Walker asked me to be godmother to his kids. He got married again. He met a great girl named Allison down at the co-op. I don’t know who loved her more… Kit or those kids. Kit always believed the kids were destined for great things. They grew up with that message, and they lived up to it.
When he was around 40, he developed pancreatic cancer. By the time they found it, the tumor had metastasized to the liver. They gave him chemo, but… it was just a waiting game.
The kids both offered to look after him, but he wouldn’t hear of it. In those last months, he seemed more peaceful than I’d ever seen him.
And then the strangest thing happened. He disappeared. And no one could explain exactly what happened. No note, no tracks, no clues. And no funeral. Kit’s children insisted there was no reason to mourn.”