Yes, all for a thought. I think that it's the basic driving force of this world.
You must be feeling the sorrow of your friend's loss but let me tell you one thing- she was a real hero(ine). The act of being normal despite knowing the fact that you are going to die some time later is the act of ultimate bravery.
It reminds me the story of the old woman in the novel 'To Kill a Mockingbird'. Harper Lee has very well praised about her in the following line-
" instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It's when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do." ~Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird,

Dearest Deepak,

My best friend died yesterday morning. And I've been asking myself the same questions.

My answer is the same as yours- it is all because of a thought.

The person I loved is no longer there, but the love is still here. The person was really just a bundle of thoughts I had put toghether in my mind, because... what IS a person? A bundle of ideas in our mind. That is what the person with my name is, too.

Letting go of a thought, of a collection of thoughts I had attached myself to, doesn't change anything. What is true, is still as true- the joy, the laughter, the great love. My friend was inside me all the time, and is still there. There's nowhere I can go, nor somewhere my friend can go, to part :) Death has actually not changed anything- but has shown me what is real and what was constructed by my mind.

I wish you peace :)

Dear Aurora,
I am sorry about your friend.
Love,
Donatella

Dear Deepak,
small acts of kindness can make me remember a stranger many years later.
Once I was visiting my sister at her school and a Catholic nun -- whom I had never seen before -- greeted me with such warmth and gentleness, and she gave me a tiny book of poems by a poet I had never heard about. It was R. Tagore. Today I still remember her and her smile -- and I am grateful for introducing me to such divine poetry.
Thanks for the chance to tlak about this cherished episode.
Donatella

I'd like to add that I am sorry about your friend and I'll say a prayer for her and Aurora's friend as well.

Dear Deepak, my deepfelt condolences at the loss of your friend Dee! May her spirit be sung to the high heavens, invoking a chorus of song, as her spirit enters it's new plane.

She is the vision of the triumphant human spirit, and may your memories with her, keep you warmed, and lessen the pain you feel; and may her strength and courage, offer you profound comfort now, because this was her teachings to you as her friend; she prepared you for this.

May Dee's family and friends be consoled, and may Dee's showing of strength and courage, become the light, to guide you all through her physical loss.

A prayer for you Deepak and all whom mourn the passing of this wonderful woman, known as Dee.

Blessing of Healing

"May the Spirit of Wholeness be with you awakening healing power within. May the Spirit of Harmony restore rhythms of body, mind and spirit. May Love touch you, strengthen you and give you peace."

Blessing: Pat Bergen CSJ

With Loving Kindness,
North

does cancer start
with a thought?
I don't know
I just wish
it would
GO away
an equal equation
is not about invasion
an answer
to cancer
peace everywhere
with everyone
everyday.

Love is Always

Dear Donatella, thank you, you are very kind :)
I thought you might like this poem by Tagore:

At dawn shey(1) departed
My mind tried to console me -
" Everything is Maya(2)".
Angrily I replied:
"Here's this sewing box on the table,
that flower-pot on the terrace,
this monogrammed hand-fan on the bed---
all these are real."

My mind said: "Yet, think again."
I rejoined: " You better stop.
Look at this storybook,
the hairpin halfway amongst its leaves,
signaling the rest is unread;
if all these things are "Maya",
then why should "shey" be more unreal?"

My mind becomes silent.
A friend arrived and says:
"That which is good is real
it is never non-existent;
entire world preserves and cherishes it its chest
like a precious jewel in a necklace."

I replied in anger: "How do you know?
Is a body not good? Where did that body go?"

Like a small boy in a rage hitting his mother,
I began to strike at everything in this world
that gave me shelter.
And I screamed:" The world is treacherous."

Suddenly, I was startled.
It seemed like someone admonished me :" You- ungrateful ! "

I looked at the crescent moon
hidden behind the tamarisk tree outside my window.
As if the dear departed one is smiling
and playing hide-and-seek with me.

From the depth of darkness punctuated by scattered stars
came a rebuke: "when I let you grasp me you call it an deception,
and yet when I remain concealed,
why do you hold on to your faith in me with such conviction?"

(1): "Shey" in Bengali can mean either he or she.
(2): "Maya" meaning Unreal.

( Translated from: "Ungrateful Sorrow (Grief)" by: Rabindranath Thakur (Tagore), in Lipika (means- Notes) : Collected Works, Vol-26, p. 105. )

...a thought, that binds us to the creator of expression and endless love.

May your beloved friend Dee's spirit soar with the angels of peace.

Blessings be...to thee,

Cinda

Dear Aurora,
Thanks for the poem. It's so appropriate.
Love,
Donatella

Heartfelt condolences and prayers. There's no words to describe when someone close passes....

Blessings,

Yogi

Dear Deepak

It's the infinite connection you have with them that makes those things happen, and it will still be there.

love, Heather