Petr, my heart goes out to you, having lost your dad so recently.   Several times today I've caught myself starting to think, "Oh, it's Father's Day, I'll call Dad" -- and immediately realizing that this will be my first Father's Day since he died, last September.

My dad's story has a lot in common with several of you other folks' dads' story. I'll post the details later after I can edit them to a reasonable length.    He was a WWII Navy chaplain, a minister, an incurable punster, an avid athlete, and very devoted to his family and his calling (into the ministry at age 16).
His last year or two saw him lose his vision, his hearing, and even his mobility (very hard for a life-long jogger.)   Here's the song I wrote for his Celebration Of Life service last year:

Several times today I've caught myself starting to think, "Oh, it's Father's Day, I'll call Dad" -- and immediately realizing that he's no longer
with us, physically, this year.

LORD, HELP ME FLY
Words & Music by Jeanene Pratt © October 2007
(Intro adapated from traditional spirituals)
In celebration of the life and spirit of her dad,
Robert W. Pratt, Th.D. (11/14/1915 - 9/20/2007)

Intro: (Guide My Feet/I Ain't Got Long To Stay Here)

Guide my feet while I run this race.
Hold my hand while I run this race.
Stand by me while I run this race,
For I don't want to run this race in vain.

My Lord calls me, He calls me by the thunder.
The trumpet sounds within my soul. I ain't got long to stay here.

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A fire-filled youth, such a willful child,
Could've wandered in the wilderness, Could've run wild,
But you chased me,
Lord, your love embraced me.
You took a headstrong lad who had lost his dad,
And set his feet upon a path
Of service,
And powerful purpose.

Chorus 1:
I heard your call, Lord,
For my life's design.
These feet of clay will run your race,
Though it be a rocky ride.
I couldn't run from you, even when I tried,
So if my feet get tired, teach me how to fly.
When my feet get tired, Lord, help me fly.

I've been 'round the world on this marathon,
Seen struggle, war, and souls undone,
Joy and dread,
Blood, sweat and teardrops shed,
But to share these challenges with me,
You sent a soul-mate and a family.
I tried to meet the tests
And we've been richly blessed!

Now I'm coming home, Lord,
From this long, long run.
It's been a wild adventure, and I long
To hear you say, "Well done"
And continue my journey on the other side
But my feet are tired, Lord, Show me how to fly.
Yes, my feet are tired, So won't you help me fly?

I'm coming home, Lord.
Standing on the shore,
I hear the loving voices
of those who've crossed before.
As the shadows deepen I see your glorious light,
But my feet are tired, Lord, show me how to fly.
Yes, my feet are tired,
So won't you help me fly?