We are becoming accustomed to our short-term neighbors, those who arrive near the end of the week and remain till Sunday afternoon, enjoying a week end in the wild, with all their modern equipment. We exchange waves, and sometimes brief conversations, but we give them the privacy that they deserve for these respites that they have chosen.
We live, however, in a part of the camp that is reserved for long-term residency, and the neighbors surrounding us are here for seasons, if not for years. Next door, when we arrived, we found a classic Airstream camper, tucked into an oasis that the resident had created.
Potted plants surrounded his residence, and he lived in beauty and apparent peace, while working in construction in the area. He was quiet and withdrawn, and we were giving him time to become accustomed to us. We were looking forward to a long acquaintance and a time to create relationship.
Yesterday, when we awoke, we discovered that he was gone. Every potted tree, every vestige of his life here, had simply disappeared. He must have left the day before, when we were gone all day and arrived home after dark.
Our disappointment at losing him is matched by our hopes that his next oasis may also bring him the privacy and peace that he desires. Our prayers accompany him on his safari. God go with you. Go with God. May you find the friendship somewhere that you did not have the time to find with us.