When the time comes

I have been working on this stone since September. It is a gravestone and it’s my gravestone. It’s been part of my grieving process since my parents died. Strange things happen to a person when their parents die. I don’t fully comprehend why I needed to make it but it opens with my birth date and there is a space for my end date to be added.
I worked on it as intuitively as one can with stone. One has to commit but I have made some big changes . It’s very much a stone of two halves , the upper progressed smoothly but the lower not so much ease. I’m aware what ever I leave behind will speak for me. It becomes very difficult to know what to write.
I wanted my surname as women artists have been written out of history. I wanted to write myself in. I want to be evidenced. Maybe when my parents died I felt I lost the links to my existence… The stone is to go to Greece with my ashes. The cremation is paid for. I am not, at present,  unwell.