This is Kind World, stories of the profound effect one act can have on our lives from W-B-U-R.

Sometimes I wish that before I had picked up the phone, that I had just taken in for a moment what it felt like because ever since that moment

that moment happened nothing's ever been the same for me. My name is Deborah Green. I was at the Whole Foods on a Monday morning just doing my regular food shop. I had a cart full of groceries and my cell phone rang. I saw my

brother's cell phone number. His voice was shaking and I said, how are you? He said, not good. Daddy's dead.

He killed himself.

All I kept saying was, what?

What are you talking about?

I was in the produce section and it was loud. There were a lot of people so I moved to the entryway of the store.

I remember walking away from my cart.

I couldn't be hearing it right, it just couldn't be hearing it right it just couldn't be.

It felt very violent sick to my stomach. It was almost like being on the phone with him was keeping me upright

and the moment I hung up with him the weight of what I had just learned came crashing down on me.

I remember falling to the floor and I was crying very loudly, saying the words out loud that my father had taken his life.

I felt exposed and raw like somebody ripped out my soul.

That's really when all of these women swarmed around me.

It was sort of a haze but I remember conversations around me. The words I

recall most were the woman who took my hand and would it be okay to say a prayer.

There I was this Christian prayer being offered up

for me, the wife of the rabbi and my Jewish father. I remember only a part of the

prayer but it was asking God to care for his soul. And when you lose someone to suicide, the thought that they

feel so tortured, the notion of God taking care of his soul, it stayed with me.

It's been important to me.

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