Concept title: “She’s such a saint”. I’m not religious, but sometimes in life you hope there is a heaven, angels, god, when you lose someone. That’s one of the times I’ve felt religious. Coming from a family with different beliefs and faith is interesting. My Nan and grandfather are catholic and my nan is a priest. When we were younger, me and my brother were forced to go to Sunday school. Usually a tantrum would follow from me. After experiencing the loss of people in my family, and my dad holding Buddhist beliefs, from our house that backs onto the countryside we saw a white deer looking at us: my dad always told me it was my grandad reincarnated, as when he passed, the deer appeared. My mum would also say near wintertime that when a robin would sit at our window or in our garden, it was a sign from her mother who passed while she was pregnant with me. I remember on the anniversary of my aunty’s passing walking to university through the graveyard, when a white feather fell on my shoulder.