Rich is dying and he knows it. His wife passed some time before, he has grieved and believes that he lived his life in his decades with her and now hopes to depart this life with dignity to see her again. Elizabeth, his volunteer carer, doesn't understand why he refuses treatment. She thinks he should live, see things, and continue on. The only thing Rich is interested in doing is finishing a final pencil portrait of his wife to donate to the church that comforted her in her final weeks. Will Rich help Elizabeth come to terms with his choice, or will he be unable in the time he has left?