When I was 17, my very best friend in the whole world died in a hospital. Her parents were called and told she was not doing well and they needed to come in right away. When they got there, she was dead. They beat themselves up for years afterward.....if I only drove faster......if I ran that red light......if etc. I later learned that Mary Beth was already dead when the call was placed and I promised myself I would never put a family through that. The news is always devastating to a family. There is no need to add guilt to it.