Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree’s shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould’ring heap,Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.[thomas gray, “elegy written in a country churchyard 1751] What do I want people to say about me when I’m no longer on this earth? What else besidesContinueContinue reading “TO LEAVE A LEGACY”