I really think Debbie Friedman's death has affected me more than the passing of any famous person in my lifetime, other than Kirby Puckett and probably Paul Wellstone. I've been hearing and singing her songs, literally, for my entire life, and her music was a huge part of my long-ago life as a camp songleader and synagogue music teacher.
The healing service that she led at the Hava Nashira songleading workshop in 1997 was one of the beautiful things I've ever been a part of. It was filmed for her documentary "A Journey of Spirit," although I haven't seen it.