When I came home from work Friday evening Brian and his 5th wheel trailer were gone - for good.  Brian, as you may recall in this entry, was in the process of losing his home back in October.  Since he didn't win the lottery his unfortunate fate was determined a few days ago when he was served with an eviction notice.  I think it probably gave him 3 days to vacate.  He knew it was coming though and was ready to leave. 

Karen, his wife left him last October and rented a nice little home for herself because she wouldn't let him continue to drag her down as he did himself. 

I spoke with them last winter for an hour or so when I noticed Karen was over helping Brian get packed up.  I took them a couple Krispy Kreme doughnuts and we stood around talking.  They told me then that if I had anything that I wanted to take to the dump just throw it in their yard.  Can you imagine?  They both seemed bitter toward the bank for taking the house back after they'd stopped making their payments 2 years before that.  I remember looking at them and saying, "You know, I am still going to live in this neighborhood after you are gone.  Why would I want to trash your yard?  You live next door to me, for God's sake!"  They just looked at me with blank stares and didn't say anything.  I was so shocked because they'd taken such good care of their place.  How could they stand to have people trash it?  It didn't make sense then, and it doesn't make sense now.

I'll miss them though as neighbors.  They were kind, thoughtful and respectful.  It saddens me that people let themselves get into these situations - at least Brian did.  There was opportunity for him to save his place, but he made the wrong choices.

Now I wonder who will buy the place.  Will they be nice and thoughtful?  Will they take care of their place like the rest of us do?