Some things you don't learn till long after your Father is in the ground!

So I finally got possession of a duffle bag that had been packed and left with me at that first orphanage oh so many years ago.

I've been reading through what evidently was my Fathers' diary or journal or whatever. Turns out I was born a conjoined twin and was separated at birth. Who knew! This could explain why sometimes when making a hard decision I've wanted to confer with someone about what would be best but never did because I hold no one close enough. There was some one close enough once but that person was torn away at birth! I'll tell you who I honestly think it was who was or in reality "is" my brother. God plays guitar through Eric Clapton and whenever I hear a Clapton tune on the radio I feel a closeness that I feel with no other artist. Technically our birthdays are the same but upon investigation I've learned that Erics' is four days later on March third. I recognize that that no doubt was the day we were separated and he became his own person. I see no real point or benefit in tracking down Eric and presenting myself as his long lost Brother since after all these years he orbits in his life and I in mine. I'll just always get a warm feeling when I hear a Clapton hit on the radio, oddly given my situation on many occasions the tune "White Room" strikes a chord in my core being. I guess in a way this is kind of like when an amputee feels an itch in an elbow that no longer exists, I feel a real tug in my right arm when I hear the power chords in Clapton performances.Medical science can sever our bodies but they can't uncouple our spirits! I think I should at least start sending Christmas cards to the Claptons. When Erics' son so tragicaly fell to his death did I too loose a Son?