Being a “daddy’s girl” without a dad can definitely be as depressing as it sounds. 

I lost my dad almost six years ago, and in many ways, it still feels like yesterday. 

In other ways, it feels like forever. There’s so much he’s already missed out on and so many more moments to come. 

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My dad was an extraordinary guy. One of a kind. Irreplaceable.

Although, if he could personally choose someone to step up in his absence, I’m positive he’d handpick my father-in-law out of any lineup from the sky. 

From day one, I’ve felt like I could depend on him just as much as one of his own. 

He’s hardworking, reliable, virtuous, and I keep him up on a pedestal—where he belongs. 

I’m eternally thankful for the amazing traits he’s passed along to his son who I’m lucky enough to label as my husband. 

I can always call him when my husband’s at work and my tires need to be aired up. Sure, I could do it myself, but isn’t that what dads are for? 

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He gives me the absolute bliss of seeing “Dad” come up on my phone screen again. 

Even though it’s a different voice on the other end, the love feels the same. 

He definitely has the dad jokes and stereotypical dad sayings down to an art. It warms my heart every time I get to say, “my dad always said that too.”  

The daddy hole in my heart will never truly be repaired, but my father-in-law sure has done an extraordinary job of patching it. 

He’s not the dad I never had because I do have a dad, in Heaven. 

He’s the dad I have now since mine is no longer here on Earth, and he is a blessing.