Not mine (though it has had its moments of suckitude), I hasten to add.
I'm a professional translator and, as such, I'm a member of a translation association that has an on-line discussion group. Today, I received a message from the group informing me (and everyone else) that one of our colleagues, Claire, a British translator living in Paris, died on Tuesday after complications during childbirth. Apart from her husband, she also leaves behind her a 4 year old boy, a 1 year old girl and a newborn baby girl.
I didn't know Claire, but her name was familiar to me through seeing it pop up every now and then on the discussion group.
I can't stop thinking about her, her husband, her poor children. This should have been such a happy time for her and her family, welcoming a their third child.
I didn't know Claire, but my heart goes out to her and her loved ones, because she was a colleague of mine, because she was a mother and because really, life sucks.