A family attempts to come to terms with the final illness of one of its members. One of the hardest hit is 12 year old Michael. His grandfather had been a friend, someone he could talk to. The confusion that now arises through the loss of that friend is palpable. Like his mother, like all the family, he is helpless in the face of impending loss. There is simply nothing he can do, nothing to ease either his own pain or his grandfather's situation. And yet, perhaps there is one thing, one small thing which, though little enough in itself, can nevertheless act as a sign of warmth and concern and a simple expression of love.