September 7th marked our last morning in Australia. It also happened to be Fathers’ Day, my Father’s birthday and the beginning of a very LONG day of travel for the Ishidas. We all gathered at my brother Ben’s house for a final farewell brunch and I took advantage of the last chance we would have for a while to take some pictures while we were all in one place.

Warning – I took a LOT of pictures.

We may have a musician on our hands. No banging with fists on the keyboard for this toddler…

Piano playing requires the precision that only comes with the gentle stroking of keys. The delicate placement of the fingers.

And of course a big dramatic finish.

On our last day in Yarrawonga, Dad managed to drag himself from his deathbed (suspected pnuemonia) to work in the garden with Thomas. This is one of my regrets about living so far away. I know these two would have a wonderful time together if we lived closer. And, let’s face it, we could use a trained gardener around here.