My Mother died in 1985 at age 47. Since she was young, most people asked how. If she had died from the cancer she was being treated for, it would have been easy to answer the question, but she didn't. Her death was Suicide -- and that is something I never thought I could or should talk about. I told people it was "cancer related" but stayed silent about the reality that it was suicidal depression for 30 years, because even though suicide is a problem in all cultures, religions, races, economic strata, professions and sexual orientations throughout the world, it is universally stigmatized and typically taboo even to discuss.