This date will always be special. Seventy-three years ago a baby boy was born in Karlskrona, Sweden. That baby, turned a very kind man, is not here anymore to celebrate that day. He was my husband for 38 years.
When Bengt turned 60 we had recently moved to Springfield, Missouri. One of the missionaries I worked with at Life Publishers honored him with a tree that we planted in our front yard. That tree became very special for us and each year we would take a picture to document the growth.
Seven years ago we sold the house, and of course the tree went with the house. On Monday I remembered about the tree and Bengt’s birth-date coming up. I wondered if it was still there, so I drove to our former house, and there it was, a tree turned 13. That’s why I call it a teen-age tree!
What a surprise to see how beautiful it had grown! Before I display it, let’s look at some pictures from the tree’s “childhood”.
Here is our tree together with everybody’s little sweetheart Smulan
(little crumb in Swedish).
This was a time when it snowed in the Spring!
What a privilege to stand by the tree with my youngest sister (left).
She lives in Sweden so we don’t see each other very often.
That time it was extra special.
Here we are, Bengt and I, proudly showing off our first grandchild.
David is now 8 years old.
A year after this picture was taken we no longer had any say in the tree. It’s interesting how attached one can get to a tree. It’s like a friend. I gave it lots of love and care. To come back after seven years and see how well the missionaries that bought our house had cared for it warmed my heart. This is a missionary tree! Given by a missionary to a missionary, and now in the care of other missionaries. No wonder it’s grown strong!
This is it—the Teen-age Tree!
“Make a tree good and its fruit will be good,
or make a tree bad and its fruit will be bad,
for a tree is recognized by its fruit” (Matthew 12:33).
Bengt Göran Emanuel Lundquist was a good man, a “tree” with good fruit. I miss him!