The Race of Joseph
There are few pleasures in life as keen as remembering that we are loved.
I came home from work today to find a letter for me from one of my oldest and dearest friends, Han. We lived together for a little while but haven’t seen each other for quite a long time, due to living in different cities. However, this letter reminded that me that – cheesy as it might seem – on some level, good friends are always together.
I read it while eating dinner and ended up silently sobbing, I was so touched. I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately, Han wrote, so I decided it was time I wrote you a letter and sent you something mildly exciting so you would know that I love you.
The waterworks had started by that point. And it was only the first paragraph.
Anne of Green Gables used to talk about her friends as kindred spirits, or as being of the Race of Joseph. I know exactly what she means. When you meet someone who is of the Race of Joseph I think that you are friends forever, no matter where you are and what happens in your life. It is a powerful thought – and even more powerful when it is proved to you.
She sent me a CD she’d made for me, complete with commentary on all the songs she’d put on there. It was one of the most lovely gifts I have ever received, and I will think of her every time I listen to it now – just as I am now. I can’t remember a time in recent memory when I have ever been so touched, when something has moved me to tears like that.
All I can is thank you, dearest, because it meant so, so much to me. And just as I am in your heart, you are in mine.
~Jodi
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