My patient died yesterday. It wasn’t an unexpected death. If anything, she probably died before she officially died. But it was unexpected because I didn’t think her parents was going to withdraw life support yesterday. And so I left. I left before they made that decision. I left before time of death was officially declared. I left … without saying goodbye. I don’t know what else to say or do. She’s a little baby. An infant. A neonate. A new baby. And now she’s newly-dead. Its … unpleasant. Its sad. I wish I was there. But the parents had family with them. They had each other. And they got to hold their little baby in their arms one last time without any wires or tubes connected to her. So I guess as far as death goes … it was a good death.