When I found out she had terminal cancer is when I started having a hard time drawing in church anymore. It just became so personal - three of the people I have sketched have passed on in the past two years. When you are drawing someone it becomes so intimate to watch them closely and make note of their every wrinkle, mole, and strand of hair. As I was sketching I found myself sometimes questioning in my head "I wonder when their turn will come." That was a little too close for comfort, so I stopped sketching people for awhile.