Amy Dumont woke begging the world to stop; today her memories did not fill the emptiness left in an unyielding heart. Her plan was to seal shut the door on life, quietly fade away. She asks herself how others survive. At times, she knew that her soul peaked over her walled up heart wanting to escape or be found. She walked up to the grassy mound laying upon it a single yellow rose, softly she touched the headstone tracing the words Andrew Dumont; then looking to the sky she watched clouds part and said to herself “Be patient doubtful heart”.