Module 12 — Living Legacies | Legacy Projects for the Dying Course
- Jun 16
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Module 12 — Living Legacies
Every project so far in this course produces something the family keeps: a letter, a recording, a quilt, a box. This lesson teaches the other kind, the legacies that are not kept but released, set loose in the world to keep growing, keep giving, keep teaching after the person is gone. It covers the memorial tree and garden, the charitable gift and memorial fund, the scholarship, the lifetime's collections given where they will actually be used, the skill taught forward on purpose, and the smallest and lightest projects in the whole course, the acts of kindness that can be launched entirely from bed.
A Legacy That Keeps Doing
A living legacy is any legacy whose form is ongoing life or ongoing good rather than a kept object. The tree does not sit on a shelf; it grows. The scholarship does not get reread; it pays out, again and again, to people not yet born. The taught skill does not get framed; it gets used, every week, in someone else's hands. Where a keepsake says remember me, a living legacy says something different and, for some people, deeper: let me keep helping.
That difference is why this lesson matters to a particular kind of person, and most families have one: the person who shrugs at the idea of letters and recordings, who says, in some form, "I don't need to be remembered, I just want to be useful." For that person, the previous lessons can feel like monument-building, and this is the lesson where legacy finally sounds like them, because usefulness is exactly what a living legacy manufactures. It is also worth saying that the two kinds feed each other rather than compete: the tree gets planted and the planting gets photographed and recorded by the earlier lessons' crafts, the scholarship gets its founding letter, the taught skill gets its video. A living legacy almost always throws off keepsakes as a byproduct. But its heart is the doing, and the doing is what this lesson teaches.
Planting a Tree or a Garden
The oldest living legacy is the literal one: something planted. A tree chosen and put in the ground now becomes, over the following decades, everything a memorial wishes it could be: a place to visit that is alive rather than carved, a thing that measurably grows between birthdays, shade the grandchildren will actually sit in, and a presence in the landscape that says, without a plaque, someone meant this.
The project has three decisions and one wonderful feature. The decisions: the species, chosen for meaning (the tree from the home place, the one that blooms in the birthday month, the apple because of the pies) and chosen for the spot's realities, on which any local nursery will gladly advise; the spot, home ground where the family will stay, a relative's land where it will be tended, or, where neither exists, the public options below; and the planting day itself, which deserves to be treated as the event it is. The wonderful feature: this is a fully directable project. The person who cannot lift a shovel directs from a chair at the edge of the hole, ruling on depth and angle and telling everyone they are doing it wrong, and that day, grandchildren on shovels, the person presiding, somebody filming by the recordings lesson's rules, reliably becomes one of the family's permanent stories. Otis, too weak to dig, supervised the planting of a sugar maple from a lawn chair with a thermos and total authority, and his family now measures the years in that tree; it was head-high at the first anniversary and over the roofline by the tenth, and the grandchildren call it, simply, Grandpa's tree.
Where home ground is uncertain, the public versions are real and underused: many towns and park districts run memorial tree and legacy bench programs, planting a dedicated tree or placing an inscribed bench in a park or along a trail for a fee, plaque included; conservation organizations plant whole groves in a name; and the garden variant scales the same idea down to a perennial bed, a rose, a patch of the person's tomatoes, plantable in an afternoon outside a window the person can actually see this season, which makes the garden the rare living legacy the person gets to enjoy in person. A packet of seeds from the person's own garden, saved and labeled for each family, is the bed-project version, and families plant those seeds for generations.
Charitable Gifts and Memorial Funds
The second family of living legacies directs love into a cause: money or support aimed, on purpose, at the thing the person cared about, so the caring continues on its own power. The projects here are about intention and aim, choosing where the love goes and saying so, and the mechanics sit at exactly the level a dying person needs, with one boundary stated up front: the financial and legal paperwork side, beneficiary forms, bequests in the will, the tax questions, belongs to this series' practical-affairs territory and to the family's estate and financial advisors, and this lesson will wave at it rather than teach it.
Three forms, in rising size:
The in-lieu-of-flowers designation, chosen in advance. The humblest and most common: deciding now which cause the family will name when people ask where to direct memorial gifts, instead of leaving the family to guess in the week of the funeral. It costs one decision and one sentence in the funeral notes ("memorial gifts to the county animal shelter, where I got every good dog I ever had"), and it converts a hundred bouquets' worth of goodwill into the actual cause. Choosing it personally, with a line about why, turns a logistical detail into a last statement of what mattered.
The named gift to the place that mattered. A direct gift, now or by bequest, to the specific institution in the person's story: the library branch, the church, the volunteer fire company, the hospice itself, the team, the trail association. Made while living, it comes with this lesson's recurring bonus: the person gets the thank-you, the visit, sometimes the small ceremony, and gets to be the giver in person, exactly as the heirlooms lesson taught with the watch.
The memorial fund. A standing pool, modest or large, held at a charity, a house of worship, or a community foundation, that gives in the person's name over time. Community foundations exist in most regions precisely to host such funds at ordinary-family scale and handle all administration; one conversation establishes what is possible at what size. The person's real work, and the part only they can do, is the founding intention: a short written statement of what the fund is for and why, which is itself a legacy letter in miniature and should be written by that lesson's craft, in the person's own voice, because every future grant will carry it.
Scholarships
The scholarship deserves its own section because it is the most misunderstood project in this lesson: nearly everyone assumes it requires wealth, and it does not. A named scholarship, the kind that appears in a high school's awards night program forever, can be established at thoroughly ordinary-family scale, and the institutions involved handle nearly everything.
The reachable forms: many high schools and school foundations will administer an annual named award funded at a few hundred to a couple of thousand dollars a year, sustainable for years from a modest sum the family contributes or pledges; community colleges and trade programs do the same, often with even lower thresholds and arguably even greater per-dollar impact; and community foundations, again, can pool and manage scholarship funds of ordinary size, including funds that families and friends keep adding to as their own memorial giving, which is how a modest founding gift grows into a permanent one. The choosing is the person's legacy authorship, and it is where these projects become portraits: the criteria carry the life. The scholarship for the kid going into the trades, because that was the road taken. For the first in the family to attend college, because that was the mountain climbed. For the B student who works thirty hours a week, because the founder was one and knows what those transcripts cost. Fran, a school cafeteria worker for thirty-one years, founded exactly such an award with four thousand dollars and a one-page letter; it goes each spring to "a senior who is kind in ways that don't get graded," her phrase, read aloud at every presentation, and it is on its way to outliving everyone who knew her. That is the scholarship's particular magic and the reason it anchors this lesson: it is the most direct machine ever built for converting a life's earnings into other people's open doors, on a schedule of forever.
Giving Collections Where They Will Live
Every long life accumulates concentrations of stuff that are really concentrations of love: the workshop full of good tools, the sewing room's fabric wall, the two thousand books, the records, the camera gear, the yarn, the tackle. The heirlooms lesson handled the singular treasures, and its releasing section made the case for lightening the household; this section teaches the living-legacy move for the collections themselves: do not scatter them, place them, matched to the hands that will actually use them.
The matching is the craft, and it is mostly a game of asking who is hungry for this: the tools to the high school shop program or trade school, where they will train apprentices for decades (shop teachers receive such donations the way libraries receive first editions); the fabric and yarn to the quilting guild or the church group that sews for shelters; the books to the school library, the prison literacy program, the friends-of-the-library sale, or a little free library, including, charmingly, the person's own, built or bought now and stocked from their shelves, the gift and the giving-station in one object; the instruments to the school music program, which is perpetually broke and will put a beloved trumpet into a succession of young hands; the gear of any serious hobby to the local club that teaches beginners. One or two phone calls per collection finds the hungry hands, and family can make every call. What elevates this above decluttering is the same principle the whole course runs on: the story goes along. A line in the donation, a note taped in the toolbox lid by the heirlooms lesson's craft, "these belonged to a machinist of fifty years who believed every kid should know how to read a micrometer," turns a box of used tools into an inheritance, and the receiving institutions, given the story, almost always tell it.
Teaching It Forward
Of everything in this lesson, the cheapest, fastest, and arguably most alive living legacy is this: the skill, taught, deliberately, to a chosen person, while teaching is still possible. Every person carries skills that exist nowhere on paper, the bread that no recipe fully captures, the way to sweet-talk the old engine, the knots, the pie crust, the harmony part, the garden's actual calendar, the card game's real rules, and each one dies with its last practitioner unless it is handed over, hand to hand, which is the only way such knowledge has ever truly moved.
The project is one deliberate afternoon, or several: the chosen learner (chosen is the legacy part; being picked to receive the bread is an anointing, and the learner knows it), the skill done together, slowly, with the learner's hands doing the work and the person's voice doing the correcting, and a phone recording the whole session by the recordings lesson's craft, because the video of the teaching becomes the manual for everyone after. The recipes lesson's measure-and-write session is this project's kitchen-shaped cousin, and the same logic extends to every skill in the house and yard. Sizing follows the choosing lesson, one skill, one learner, one session at a time, and the directing version works here too: hands too unsteady to knead can rule on someone else's kneading with total precision. Len, a tugboat man, spent his last good month teaching his granddaughter six knots from his recliner, her hands, his corrections, her phone propped on the lamp, and she has since taught two of those knots to her own scout troop, which is the whole point of this section in one sentence: a kept object stops where it is kept, but a taught skill keeps traveling, and nobody can say where it stops.
Acts of Kindness
The lesson ends with its smallest projects, which are also its lightest in every sense: the acts of kindness, launched now or set to happen after, that send the person's particular warmth out into the world one stranger at a time. These ask almost nothing of the body, every one of them is doable from bed, and they suit the person whose legacy was never things at all but a way of treating people.
The menu, by way of real examples rather than limits: the anonymous gift, the paid-off layaway, the covered lunch, the envelope to the family from church, arranged from a bed by phone, with anonymity itself as part of the signature; the letter to a stranger who mattered, the teacher from 1961, the surgeon, the waitress at the diner of thirty years, the author, telling them they counted, which is a letter people keep forever precisely because nobody expects it; the book left in the café with a note inside, the dollars taped to the vending machine, the small planted surprises that cost a family member one errand and a stranger's whole afternoon; and the asked-for kindnesses, the person's request that the family mark them by doing rather than only mourning, a kindness done in their name on the birthday, the anniversary, whenever the missing gets heavy. This last one is quietly profound, and grief counselors recommend it from the other side: it gives the family something to do with the love, which is the thing grief otherwise leaves stranded. Addie's version was a card to each grandchild containing five dollars and one standing instruction, "every year on my birthday, buy a stranger's coffee and don't explain yourself," and her birthday is now, by her family's testimony, the warmest day on their calendar. A living legacy at its smallest: one ritual kindness, repeating annually, in perpetuity, overhead of five dollars. The trees in this lesson grow taller, and the scholarships open bigger doors, but nothing in this course says it plainer: the person is gone, and the goodness is still arriving.
Below this lesson, you'll find an IFS & Parts Work Practice along with a few ways to begin noticing and applying it in everyday life this week.
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