The first few months after her death, I had an easy excuse. We couldn't put one up until the ground settled and that could take up to six months.
After my six month reprieve, the questions started, "Have you chosen a headstone?" "Do you know when you are going to get it?" Blah, Blah, Blah....I finally got to the point where I would tell people, "Look, I can't do this right now. I will when I am ready."
In all reality, I will never be ready. Acceptance is the one stage of grief that I have not been able to conquer. That final, most important step, continues to elude me. Choosing a headstone is way too close to acceptance.