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.
John Donne, from Meditation XVII
I never met Donna, who kept a blog called The Between-Place, but I read her words and her poems, and I felt I knew her a little. Right up to the end she kept a list of books she was reading. She had been living an amazing life, one which you may read about in this entry from October 2007. If you never happened to make her acquaintance, this will tell you a lot about the kind of woman she was. I found her so admirable and strong and brave, all characteristics which did not leave her as she faced her illness and coming death. I feel so badly for her family and friends for the loss of this good, good woman.
There is an online obituary here.