My last sunrise in Lisbon, Portugal…for now. My mom did not see this one. Nor any other in Portugal. But she did enjoy many in Bountiful, Utah. From her front porch, sitting on a bench my dad made for her many years ago, she loved to watch the sunset over the Great Salt Lake. And from the back porch she enjoyed the sunrise over the Wasatch Mountains. Her simple routine of watching the rise and fall of each of her days. A natural process that at times is overwhelmingly beautiful and at others, with the final sunrise, heralds a period of melancholy and loss. I hope she enjoyed the last sunrise.