In my case, a papadaddy is a father. My paternal grandfather was called Papa by my father who was called Daddy by me.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I was raised by my father; I was daddy's girl.
My father is a very hardworking guy, and that's his focus in life, so I got a lot of the paternal attention that a boy wants and needs from my grandfather.
My father really was not the dominant person who raised the family, it was my mother who raised the family.
My dad is my dad, but he's not there physically anymore. But she lets me call her 'Dad' - that's the last little piece of Dad I've got.
I'm not saying I'm a family guy, but maybe that's what people see in me: some kind of paternal quality.
The sacred title of 'father' is shared with the Almighty.
My guess is my brother would call his mom and his dad pretty regularly, a lot more than I probably did.
It's as though all the terms of a family were present at one time rather than his dad and his mum. Not just a present authority, but the resident memory of what qualifies what else is the case.
All the women that are first born daughters in my family are named Mary, but we've all been given nicknames. I don't know how or why that started, but I'm nicknamed after my great-grandmother, who was Mamie. No one ever calls me Mary, except only if my husband is very serious about something.
Father or stepfather - those are just titles to me. They don't mean anything.