|1625 Lincoln Avenue|
This is the last photograph taken in front of my childhood home, 1625 Lincoln Avenue. It was a small home, but a good one. We did a lot living in the fifty years at 1625 Lincoln Avenue.
This photo holds bittersweet memories. It was St. Patrick’s Day and my parents were moving. Dad was looking forward to the move into a condominium. My Mother was on the verge of tears at the thought of leaving her home. I think mixed feelings are a common occurrence when making life changes.
Little did we know that Dad was seriously ill. He was diagnosed with ALS shortly after the move. Mom and Dad were able to enjoy the condo for a few months before he began experiencing the effects of his illness.