A very good friend is very ill. It's one of those things. It happens to all of us, all the time. It's difficult to know what to say. Or do. Except ponder the importance and urgency of what we are here for. And resolve not to leave undone what you really want to do. Because it happens all the time. To all of us. And we are all diminished by the death of any one of us.
No Man Is An Island
No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend's
Or of thine own were:
Any man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.