I almost forgot.  But Sheila called me and during our conversation I remembered that I had put off writing last night until this morning.  I dropped her off at Shelli's on the way home from Nicholas' setting apart and ice cream social.  Phil and Shelli are on the way to the hospital for the stone shattering and our future plans for the day are undecided.  I should have written last night to have a fresh memory, but I didn't get home until after 11 and I didn't even come downstairs.  I did determine to do my 55 for the last time.  And this morning I felt real good when I finished 56 for the first time.  A new month, and new era as 'I' am going on a mission today.  I explain:  when Nicholas was set apart he was addressed as Nicholas JAY Porter.  I felt something when that was said.  Somehow I felt like a small part of me was leaving with him.  I know I can't take credit for anything and I'm not.  I am just expressing what I felt at that moment and since.  There is a connection though small, but something is different it is a good something.  With him doing what he will be doing I hope to share some of it in a small, personal way.  I am not his mother, nor his father, but I am his grumpa and somehow I am better because of what is now happening in his life.