Oh my, a stolen bow is bad enough, but stolen trust and losing a father, devastating. I wish I could help you somehow. But an old lady can't be a father, and a bow of mine might be close but no match. I can make arrows, and simple quivers.
I can join you in righteous anger, but to heal your heart will take your own years and tears, and an iron promise to yourself to be a true father to your children, and to show them the ways of honesty, loyalty, respect and love.
If my poor offerings could be of any use, PM me.
Thank you for your service. Doing what you do makes it possible for me to do what I do.
Killdeer