Tonight baby G passed away. I was able to spend most of afternoon and evening at the hospital with Clara, and with my friend. They made the decision this afternoon after learning that he had gram negative pneumonia, that he wouldn't survive. I totally respect their difficult decision to not let him suffer anymore, and to just let him go. Their are no other parents that could have fought any harder, than they have. She said that she had no regrets, which I think would be such a blessing to know. I was able to spend time with them and the baby for just a little bit. He was just as beautiful as ever with his super man cape on, in his mommy's arms. She dressed him in her favorite blue outfit with puppy dogs, and he was wheeled away in his crib to a room with a window where they could hold him alone without cords, tape and a vent. I don't know when exactly he passed, as I left to come home. I don't know what else to say, but that I am sad. She and I connected in a way that I will never again be able to with anyone up there or even here. I told her that there is no other person that knows what it is like to be me, other than herself. I will miss that and them tremendously.