The Unheard Songs of Life

A moment that’s gone forever

John P. Weiss
Personal Growth

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My parents’ wedding album. All photos by John P. Weiss

I think the photo albums were the most devastating.

When Dad died years ago, my Mom inherited all his stuff, so I didn’t have to go spelunking through old boxes and buried ephemera. I unearthed the life insurance policies and important documents, but otherwise, everything else was carefully tucked away in the garage.

Dad’s self-made cardboard dioramas of Viennese buildings and architecture were my favorite things he left behind, and I made sure that they were safely stored in cardboard boxes.

But for what future purpose?

My only son is barely aware of these old works of art that my father crafted late in the evenings, whilst working as a young attorney in Sacramento, California.

When I’m gone, I doubt my son will want these fragile, slowly decaying dioramas of Viennese buildings. Buildings from a city my father never got around to visiting. He was a student of history and particularly enjoyed stories of the Austrian emperor Franz Joseph and the Habsburg monarchy. He talked of traveling to Vienna someday, to take in Schönbrunn Palace, the Spanish Riding School, and other sites.

But he never went.

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John P. Weiss
Personal Growth

I write books, stories and essays about life, often illustrated with my photography and artwork. JohnPWeiss.com.