A saint to me is someone who does something good for nothing in return. For the past year I had a saint living in my house. Her name was Linda Joy Moe she was also known as grandma. My grandma was diagnosed with cancer somewhere around January. Since she had no other place to live anymore she came to live with us. Even though every was sad she still was funny as she usually is and tries to brighten us up. She was starting to improve but then one day she went to the hospital and they told her that she wouldn’t live past the first of the year. Since they had stated that they sent her to go live in a hospice. We visited her often but she was getting weaker and weaker. Then one day January 15, 2009 she died. The day at funeral wasn’t that much fun either. The reason I said she was a saint is because even though we going through a sad time she would always try to make us laugh and as usual she succeeded. She acted if she wasn’t that sick sometimes she would get up and start cleaning  even though we told her it was alright and we would do it she said no it’s alright and kept on cleaning. She had a love for horses but had no money to buy one so she took my cousins to go look at the horses she had a horse that she had liked very much and before she was sick she used to help out with that horse so she called it her horse. My grandma went off to heaven and she says to meet her at strawberry cheesecake mountain.