The last day always seems to be the hardest, especially for my grandparents. Majority of my family we only see once a year, and thinking about the mystery of what the next year will bring always makes it even that much harder for them.
Even though it was the last day, we still managed to make the best of it. The morning was spent admiring 'Uncle Ali's' police gear:
And a violin recital from Christine:
Then the goodbye's started:
Let the cleanup begin!
Who forgot their shoe?!
Until next year, Wehner family . . .
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