I never knew my father. My mother left him when I was a baby because he tried to kill us. I often wondered about him. He died when I was 17 from a cocaine overdose. Now that I'm older I'm glad he wasn't around. I wouldn't have grownup the way I have. I'd probably be a lot worse off for knowing him. Some people crave attention from their father. If they want to talk to you about it I would just listen, sometimes that's the best thing we can do for someone.