Donald Brown Miller has a year to live. At least that's what his guardian angel has told him. He'd like to shrug it off as a strange dream but he can't, it seems much too real. If he does have a guardian angel, why would she want him to know? Couldn't she do something about it?
There'll be other angels. Old friends and acquaintances, even complete strangers. All have one thing in mind; they want him to die a happy man. They're here to help.