I grew up as a self-professed “daddy’s girl.” In my eyes, he was bigger than life. He wasn’t a large man by most standards, maybe 5 feet 10 inches tall, medium build, probably pretty average by most measures—but to me, he was my hero and a giant. I feel blessed that even as I grew up, through my teen years and beyond, he remained a constant in my life and someone I continued to admire and turn to for answers to life’s complex questions. But sometimes, in certain situations, familiarity breeds contempt. We often don’t value enough those who are…