What an odd feeling today. I was working, like I always do from home and I had flashes of a few pictures I had with my dad. I don't remember any of them. I don't recall him ever being in my life. I vaguely recall him being in my life shortly after he got out of prison. (He went to prison for raping my my half-sister.) He has to be the "good" father to have visitation rights with me. He had to have other adults present to be around me. He never paid my Mom child support. He was a…