On September 6th, I wanted my little Norzang to meet my friends Joemar and Mercy, so we reached out to them. They arrived just past one in the afternoon to pick us up, asking if we had any particular plans for the day. I told them we had none—only the simple wish for my son to see them before his departure.
They decided to take us to Metrotown Mall, about a twenty-five–minute drive from our home. Once there, we wandered through shops and shared a meal together. Susan and her family soon joined us, and our gathering grew into a cheerful crowd. Mercy, out of her boundless generosity, purchased several clothes for both Norzang and Chador. At first, I felt a wave of hesitation—our intention was only to let them meet Norzang, not to burden them with such kindness. But their gestures were rooted in love, and we could only accept with heartfelt gratitude. Susan too added to the joy, bringing her own gifts of clothes for Norzang.
Through it all, my little boy remained cheerful and cooperative, radiating a quiet happiness that seemed to reach everyone present. Wherever we go, it feels as though he carries with him a light that brightens the hearts around him. That is Norzang—true to his name, a blessing, just as Rinpoche intended when bestowing it upon him.
Now, only one day remains before his departure. An emptiness has begun to creep quietly into my heart, a hollow space that will deepen once his laughter, his coos, even his cries are no longer by my side. I know I will miss him deeply—every sound, every smile—until the day of his return.
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