I am in the elevator with Mr. Spence, one of the security guards in my office building. He calls me, "Ms. Howard." I think he's referring to my mother, and it takes a moment for me to realize that he is speaking to me. In the span of two minutes we have a vast conversation. In brief, he reminds me that as long as we are among the living, everything will be okay. He tells me, do not dwell on the past for this is a form of terminal illness. I not am not sure why he is telling me all of this, but I listen and I am grateful.