This memoir is a man’s philosophical journey into the realm of death and the spirit. It not only questions the duty a grandson has to his dying Grandmother, but the meaning of duty to himself and to the world.
In this journey, he finds that "it is love that makes the difference in everything, in every child’s mind. For it is love that makes the mind fertile soil, the best possibility for seeds to grow in and to bloom. And most importantly, to bear fruit. This is the hope. This is the future. This is the ephemeral quality that relationships and love can conceive. With this, the meaning of life is clear. With this, one’s mark upon the world, upon history, whether individual or as a whole under one label—like one’s surname—is the only way in which it can exist, form generation to generation. With this kind of love, one person is all it takes to keep the whole family alive through the generations, to continue its place in the making of human history."