Love Is More Important Than Building Science — A Thanksgiving Story
Perspective. It's a nice word. Fenestration may sound more sophisticated, but understanding the meaning of proper perspective will take you much further in life than all the building science in the world. With Thanksgiving upon us again, I thought I'd change the pace today and share a bit of the more personal side of my life, some of the stuff that informs my perspective.
My parents split up in 1970 when I was 9 years old. My dad seemed to be gone a lot before the split, running a business and flying all over the world in the Air Force Reserves, so at first I didn't notice a whole lot of difference. I kinda liked the latchkey lifestyle I lived briefly, watching Gilligan's Island after school and getting in trouble with Bubba from next door. (OK, if you really want to know, the worst things we did were to set a fire in my mom's clothes dryer one day and then set a field of dry grass on fire the next.)
Then everything changed—quickly. My mom got transferred with her company from Houston, Texas to Gray, Louisiana. My dad stayed in Houston, an eight hour drive away—which turned to ten hours or more during the sugarcane harvest each autumn. I was a kid and didn't understand all the personal and family dynamics at play.
I also had no idea of the sacrifices my dad made to be with us after the move, and the tremendous love that demonstrated and the loss he must have felt so keenly. For years, he made that monthly 8+ hour drive on a Friday from Houston to Chauvin. He got up early in Houston, drove all day, and picked up me and my two sisters after school.
Then we'd drive to my grandparents' house in Leesville, Louisiana, another six hour drive. We'd arrive late on Friday night, spend the weekend there, and then leave for south Louisiana again in the early afternoon on Sunday. After dropping us off at my mom's house, he'd make the long, lonely drive back to Houston.
There was a lot of change going on. Moving to another state. Experiencing culture shock. Seeing the family structure I'd known for nearly a decade completely dissolve, to be replaced by something new.
Those Sunday afternoon drives from Leesville back to south Louisiana were some of the saddest days of my life. I loved my mom and wanted to be with her. I also loved my dad and wanted to be with him for more than one hypersonic weekend a month.
For years, my dad made that monthly trek during the school year to visit us for one weekend a month. He also came to get us for Thanksgiving and Christmas. In summer, we'd spend two months with him and my grandparents. The trips back to Chauvin were always hard, especially in winter. My fifth grade year and the summer afterward was one of the darkest times of my life.
This past week, for the first time, I suddenly realized that it must have been excruciating for my dad, too. He went from waking up in a house with three kids playing, laughing, falling down, and asking too many questions to living in a house all by himself. Then we moved a state—and a world—away and he got to see us only once a month. I chose not to have children myself and never really had kids very close in my life, so I can hardly imagine the suffering he must have endured.
Perspective and gratitude
This is a blog mainly about building science, a mighty important topic. Why then, you're probably wondering, am I writing about my childhood? Perspective, my friend. As much as I love to get together and duke it out in Building Science Fight Club, I also understand that love is more important than building science. Family and relationships and children matter more than whether we call something a building enclosure or building envelope. That's perspective.
Thanksgiving is a time to feel gratitude. We have an abundance of material wealth, of knowledge, of infrastructure, and even a few good buildings in this world. We also have people around us who matter more than mean radiant temperature, Grade I insulation, or ducts with no losses.
I'm grateful to my dad for all those monthly sojourns to see us, year after year. He loved us and demonstrated that love by his actions. I loved having the two extra days at Thanksgiving and relished those meals around the big round table with the nearly-as-big lazy susan that Pap-paw built. We ate. We laughed. We watched and played football. We loved one another.
I'm grateful to my mom for her love, for her intelligence, and for her courage. She handled difficult situations with great skill, and I learned more lessons from her than I was aware of. When I look back at what she did, sometimes taking care of as many as 9 children in one house, I'm in awe of her strength.
This former child is also grateful to those people who helped me through the difficult times after the divorce and the move and the second marriages of my parents. They helped me try to put it all in proper perspective. Of course, I was too young to really see the whole picture, but their love and caring helped immensely.
Perspective. It grows with age. It shows up in unexpected places. As with building science, you ignore it at your peril.
My dad died in January 2002, of lung cancer. My mom died in January 2007, also of lung cancer. If you haven't lost a parent yet, I can assure you, it's not easy. The pain and emptiness were sometimes nearly unbearable.
When I was fresh out of college, I met someone who had a big impact on me. Once, she told me that when she was facing a scary place in a dream, she'd go right in because it was just a dream. Likewise, rather than try to stifle those feelings of pain and emptiness, I took her advice to heart and went deep into those feelings and experienced them fully.
The other side is so much nicer. I no longer feel that pain and emptiness. I can't undo the loss, but I can look within, accept it, and learn from it. I feel grateful instead — grateful for having known my parents as long as I did, grateful for all the loving people in my life, and grateful for having gained a bit of perspective over the years.
As is usually the case, there's more to this Thanksgiving story than I'm telling you. I experienced an unexpected loss this week and was surprised by it in a number of ways. I grieved—am grieving—for the loss, but more important, I'm grateful for the experience and grateful for the new insight about what my father must have felt four decades ago.
I'll still rant and rave here in the Energy Vanguard Blog, as I'm wont to do. I'm sure I'll go over the top with some articles, get some things wrong, and let some comments get under my skin. But please know that I care about people more than I do about houses.
Love is more important than building science.
I hope you have a wonderful, happy, loving Thanksgiving. If you're not in the US, have a wonderful, happy, loving Thursday. I'm grateful to have so many of you here reading my words, the silly, the angry, the informative, the scary, and the poignant.
In 1998, I graduated from the University of Florida with my PhD in physics. Both my mom and dad attended. They hadn't seen each other since 1983, when I graduated with my Bachelor's degree. In 1998, neither was married, and they had a good time reconnecting at my graduation.
In fact, it was so good that my dad came back to Florida later to visit my mom, and my mom traveled to Houston to visit my dad. No, they didn't get back together. Time had only accentuated some of the differences that drove them apart, but it was wonderful to see them enjoying each other's company.
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