Color has fled Thailand; black, gray, and white, the clothe of grief for a beloved Father.
Color is joy, and we can find none; not at this time.
This is a time for grieving, for coming to terms with our loss, and for remembering.
The Land of Smiles is crying, swollen eyes, brimming with tears,
That’s what happens when you lose someone you love.
In grieving we collect our personal and shared memories, our connections to His Majesty,
And He was connected to all who lived within, and many who lived without, Thailand.
We remember Him from televised events, broadcast live, and from before, daily when He was younger than we are now,
When He stepped in to save us – yes, save us.
We remember His speeches on the radio, and how He made us laugh or smile, and also feel responsible for our role, for the part we have to play,
And His sometimes stern admonishment of an official, delivered with His Authority, but done with kindness and always with the intention of what was best for us.
His guiding hand through our history, the only King in most of our lives,
We remember him as our Father.