關於 remembrance day songs ，我們在網路上蒐集到這些相關的討論、資訊與評價

Ever since I was a child, my mother had instilled in me, the love and loyalty for our beloved King Bhumibol Adulyadej, King Rama 9th of Thailand.

My mother treasured and kept, in most pristine condition, this very precious portrait. Then handed down after her passing to myself, now with my husband Mor (Chatadul) and my baby boy, Ray Young Seenapongpipit.

This is the only photograph we proudly and will continually worship high within our family. It is a rare photograph of H.M. King Bhumibol and H.M. Queen Sirikit taken during conversation with Elvis and Priscilla Presley.

Most of us Thai people know how passionate about music our beloved King Bhumibol was, amongst His Majesty’s limitless talents. Music was one of the King’s artistic pursuits and joy. Amongst the instruments His Majesty was keen on playing were saxophones, trumpets, clarinets and piano. Our King evidently had natural talents for music. For this, I have utmost respect for His Majesty’s Bhumibol Adulayadej passion, artistic abilities for music. King Bhumibol had composed several songs in the genre of blues, jazz and waltz. His Majesty’s accomplishments are true inspirations to countless of artist including myself.

The very first time I had the honor of singing in front of H.M. The King, H.M. The Queen and the prince and princesses was for the 13th Asian Games in year 2006 in Thailand. I humbly performed the song vocally titled song “Reach for the stars” in front of the Thai Royal Family and In the presence of his H.M. King Bhumibol Adulayadej it is memory I shall never forget for as long as I shall live.

During the years of 2004-2011 I released altogether 3 international albums, I had many opportunities to go aboard for my international tours. press and medias often asked me whether I consider myself a Thai or an American? "I replied 100% Thai and 100% American" As I was asked but how come I’m so proud to be a Thai? I always replied "it is an inherent in me that I am proud to be a Thai because I come from a country that has the Greatest King of all"
This portrait means the world to me. It had been passed on from my parents generation and shall be passed on to my family’s next generations as the most significant reminder and testament to our everlasting love and respect for the late His Majesty King Bhumibol Adulyadej.

Today as I learnt the most devastating news for the entire nation of our beloved King’s passing, I was brought to my knees in tears.
As our family lit the candle together in honor of Our King Bhumibol Adulayadej, it is clear and certain that this candle is the hardest candles I ever lit in my entire lifetime.

As His Royal Highness’s soul ascends to the highest above in all heavens, I pray, We pray. Our King will forever and always LIVE on in all of our hearts.

This is a remembrance written from our hearts and grieving souls and not yet one day without Our King Bhumibol Adulyadej, His Majesty The King Rama the 9th of Thailand.

ด้วยเกล้าด้วยกระหม่อมขอเดชะข้าพพุทธเจ้า นาง อมิตา ทาทา ยัง สีณพงศ์ภิภิธ

There is a tribe in Africa called the Himba tribe, where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.
And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.
In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.
The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.
And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.
You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.