My Pappap Fletcher

So, lately I've been a little stressed. My grandfather, who, (God Bless him,) is 90 years old, has been in the hospital for about a week and a half. He passed out walking up the stairs to church, which he faithfully attends every single mass he can, so like 4-6 times a week. He has Mersa and an infection in him lungs. I look up to my grandfather so much. Even though he is in the hospital and can only go from his bed to the chair and the bathroom, gives all the nurses and doctors "hell". Haha, or as he calls it he is straightening them out. His legs have hurt him bad for years and at home he has a lazy boy chair and always has his feet up, well at the hospital his chair didn't have a leg rest. He was also complaining about not having a table big enough to hold anything. So, today when I walk into his room, he is in a chair with a leg rest and has a table beside his bed filled with all his stuff the family keeps bringing him, (pop, candies, etc..) I told him that I saw he got his table and he said, "You're Damn Right I Did, and I'm a be gettin a shave and anything else I want." Haha. God, I love him so much. All the nurses love him, he teases and jokes around with anyone and everyone. The thing that makes him happy the most is just having someone to talk to. Most of my family is there every day and just sits and listens, he will repeat himself and a lot of the stuff doesn't make much sense, but we all love him so much and I, personally, like listening to his stories. He is one of the most important people in my life. We are hoping he's gonna get to come home in about a month, so, please keep him in your prayers. <3