My name is Brian and i'm 29 years old in the Navy.  I'm not a very reliegious person but my bond is between myself and God with really no specific domination.  My grandpap is in pretty bad shape and i'm basically on my own here.  My story of how this came to be is not long, but I would like to share it with you.  My Grandpap is 84 years old.  I haven't seen him in 13 years until I went to Washington PA to visit my mother who I haven't seen since I was 10.  My mother is addicted to drugs and always ends up getting in trouble with the law.  I found out my grandfather was placed in a nursing home in Pennsylvania by his sisters children because they couldn't take care of him and my mother wanted to pull him out of there to come live with her.  When I found this out, I was afraid for him.  I know in my heart if she took him, she would spend his money on her addiction and when she gets high, she gets violent and sometimes inncohearent.  So I went home and begged my wife to bring him with us to Florida where I was stationed.  We did and put him in an assisted living facility there.  Soon as I did this, my mother ended up in jail for stealing.  I was relieved we acted when we did.  My Pap doesn't make alot of money from when he retired from the railroad so it was a little difficult to find him a place within his price range.  Well, we found a place and everything was perfect.  Then came the time when I had to transfer to Brunswick Maine.  We only stay in places for 3-4 years then the Navy makes us move.  I didn't want to leave him in Florida by himself so I brought him to Maine with my wife and I.  We couldn't move him in with us in base housing and the assisted living facilities are extremely expensive here.  We got him an apartment down the street from us and he's been there ever since.  A few days ago, my Grandpap went outside after a snowstorm and slipped on some ice and broke his hip.  He was rushed to the ER and had to get surgery.  Yesterday, the hospital called and told me his surgery was postponed due to a 104 fever.  Then he ate some food and aspired (where food comes up and goes into your lungs) and had a heart attack.  They put him on a ventilator and told me he was stable but to prepare for the worse.  Like I have to make the ultimate decision.  He never had a living will.  His family is all gone except me.  So i'm a little alone on this and I was wondering if you would all say a prayer for my Pap.  I want him to get better and I know it's in Gods hands now.  Thank you for your time.  It's much appreciated.

Brian