“If I go first, I want my ashes scattered in this river,” he told me. “Please promise me you will do that.” After pausing for a moment to wrap my head around what he’d just said, I replied, “I promise.” And then as we stood there silently, I dwelled on two thoughts: How beyond moved I was that after only a year and change of dating, Kit was already entrusting me with such an enormous ask; and, Please God—I beg you—let me die before Kit.
