by Renato Redentor Constantino The mourning after, when life is at its most quiet, is the most difficult. Despite a lifetime of insights generated by the woman whose all too early passing orphaned so many -- lessons that spanned life, impermanence, and unfettered love -- we are reminded of our inadequacy in the face of the finality of loss that death brings. In place of the woman who once gave light to so many constellations, today there is only the lingering curve on pillows she once rested her head on. The gentle blazing sun that was once Mercy Fabros [...]