I procrastinated doing a portrait of my mom and her sister. Part of the problem was, I think it was beyond my ability at the point I was attempting it, and probably still is. When winter set in it was too cold to paint in the garage where my "studio" was set up. I had gotten a roll of Belgian linen and a bunch of new brushes and had every intention of continuing to paint that portrait, but I didn't. There were times I could have painted, but came home from work too tired to paint. I had hopes of completing that portrait before my mother passed away, but I didn't. We had her funeral this morning. Looking back, my first attempt was made more than 2 years ago. I should have had it done.
After the service I had spoke to my sister on the phone. She said she felt like she was always waiting. She has many projects and interests she would like to do. She is very creative and talented. Much more so than I am. One of the things she likes to do was quilt, which my mom was a master at. She was caring for a sick husband who eventually passed away. Then she got busy with the business they ran together after he passed, and she was waiting to sell it. She wanted to spend more time with my mom after she sold the business. She wanted to quilt with her and take her out to fabric shops and the like. Now she can't.
I guess the reason I'm writing this is, it's easy to get caught up in the minutia of day to day life. It's easy to think some things aren't as important as other things. It's easy to take for granted that things will not change, but they do. I regret not finishing that portrait as much as my sister regrets not spending more time with my mother instead of waiting.
Don't let the little things get in the way of what's really important. Tomorrow is promised to no one.
I did get to spend some quality time with her before she passed. Something I will always be grateful for. I just wish I had finished that painting for her.