“Who was there for your father when he died?” Kim asked me a few moments ago. She's interested in becoming a death doula, so she's reading a book about end-of-life care. “It's odd you should ask that today,” I said after I told her the story of my father's six-year battle with cancer. “Why?” she asked. “Today is the equivalent day in my life as the day when Dad died in his,” I said.