The night, a time of rest, a time of peace, but there are times where I hate the night. I remember whenever I was restless many years back, I would call my dad at the dead of the night and confide about whatever upset me. Of course, there were bad timing moments but still he would listen. During those times, I always had to keep my voice low so my grandma (mom of my mom ) wouldn’t hear me. Back at those times it was strongly forbidden to talk to him because his second wife would create a huge fuss out of it that often got my neck in trouble with my mom’s side. But I didn’t care, I would still talk to him, call him, text him, because my dad was my best friend and the “man of my life” Dad always had a way to comfort me and say “stay strong”

My dad, the late Engr. William Hipol was a man who had always given me the positive light. He had given me the treatment like I had no disability. He had dreams for me as a normal woman. I could still remember the very last time I saw him and held him so very tight. I was twenty three. I gave my father a picture of me and I remember he said “The next picture I will see of you would be in your wedding dress.” I don’t know if he was just joking when he said that but it is planted deep in my mind. Through it all, I’ve always been in touch till the day before he got stroked. His very last text was “You will always have me”

The sudden death of this great king, my dad was a hard, painful nightmare. Till now five years had already passed, my heart never accepted the fact that Dad is now up there in Heaven keeping an eye on all of us. However, I have reasons to believe that it was through my father’s prayers and the powerful intercession of Saint Michael, the Archangel that God blessed my life with another great king named “Marl” A man whom I have deeply fallen in love with four years ago. And despite of all the trials and pain time had placed before us, my love for the king of my heart have always grown stronger.
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However, many nights became more of an enemy than a friend as my longing grows more intense with the stressful agony of knowing that he is at the other half of the earth. Marl is the only man next to my father who knows me inside-out, my flaws, my insecurities and all my secrets. In uncountable ways, I had seen in Marl the resemblance of my father in beliefs, honor, and sense of humor with such a mighty love that is only found once in a lifetime.

Now, with the unexplainable joy and contentment, I know I could not ask God for anything more but to able to visit the my father’s resting place with the man I love. With the harsh reality of life, this dream seemed to be unreachable as the stars. But if there one thing I have learned with these two great kings is that to never give up hope and stay strong For the Almighty had sent my dad and Marl to be the pillar of my strength and the undying flame of my soul. Despite my disability, in these two great kings’ heart, I am and forever will be their princess.