It\'s Thanksgiving week, 1989.
Suddenly, they\'re caregivers, bedside improvisers, doing all they can to beat back death or "hurry him on about his business.".
Their paths cross at a local hospice called Solace.
A handful of mismatched folks - some country people, some far-flung, fancy people - discover they have one thing in common: someone they know is sick, real sick, dying sick.
We\'re in Big Piney and Little Piney, two hollows near the town of Garnet in the Blue Ridge Mountains.
It\'s Thanksgiving week, 1989