If we could call Heaven, I would call and wish Bengt Happy Birthday! Seventy-eight years ago, in Karlskrona, Sweden a little boy was born. That boy, one day, 48 years ago became my husband. In October it will be ten years since he left me.
Here is what a friend wrote me this week:
You must really miss Bengt at times. I was just thinking of that kind old gentleman! Life seems so unfair sometimes. It would be nice if a lot of people who have passed were still around or we could just call them on the phone! Wouldn’t that be an interesting conversation? “Bengt, how are you today, and how are things up in heaven? What’s the weather like there? And what did God have to say today?” If only?
If only? Wouldn’t it be great if we could call Heaven?
But we have hope, the hope of meeting again.
Live in harmony with one another. Do not be haughty, but associate with the lowly. Never be wise in your own sight. Repay no one evil for evil, but give thought to do what is honorable in the sight of all. If possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all. Romans 12:16-18
I embarrassed him a few times, when I gave people a piece of my mind. Thankfully, I have calmed down over the years.
Happy Birthday to the man of peace. Too bad we can’t share some cake and coffee (I’d have tea). The memories of the “kind old gentleman,” like my friend said, will not fade.
If only we could call Heaven…