Today offers a strange convergence of dates and anniversaries and emotions for me.

It’s the day I died—only to be brought back to life by unknown doctors and nurses in an emergency room in Mexico.

It’s also the day in another year when I went to my brother’s home to box up his belongings after he died of the same type of heart attack.

And, of course, it’s also Fathers Day, bringing with it all the jumbled feelings of my own role as a son, then a father.

Each of these days…those moments and even...