It was not a bloody death.Only the death of my soul.

It was the "essence of life" that gave wholeness.

The link with God and the universe.

The inner substance that provides security.

Especially in those desperate hours.

It was the Spiritual Self that died.

K.I.A. 1968!

There was no blood, no tangible evidence, no medal, no letter home announcing the deceased. No prayers and no tears were shed.

Nor has any wall been erected; nor a memorial been built.

Nothing!

Only a sense of violation. An emptiness, a change, an inner void. An ever-present sense of loss.

The kind of loss you feel when you lose a loved one.

A heartache that lingers forever with you.

You are left struggling without your spirituality or wholeness.