So that was the absolute worst day of my life.
But let me preface.
Casey and Cameron were conjoined twins until they were five. Even at the age of fourteen, when they were given the option of separate beds, they refused. Neither could fall asleep without the other.
They were both a little slow to mature. Emotionally and physically.
And they were goofy. They would shamelessly hold hands in public.
Like I cannot describe their closeness without it sounding odd to an outsider. But to us, that was them. That was Casen and Cameron.
They loved each other so much we joked they would never get girlfriends because their girlfriends would be jealous.
They weren't typical twins. They were conjoined by the chest until they were five years old. They never fought. Not even when they physically couldn't get away from each other.
Casen has a prosthetic arm and a stint in his heart and life long muscular issues and deformities because he was the dependent twin.
Cameron looked a little more normal. Casen has a bit of a lazy eye and he moves a little awkwardly.
Casen could not be away from Cameron until this past year. Then little by little he ventured into the special athletics teams of the city. He loves soccer. Cam wasn't as into sports.
And one of the oddest things they did all the time was that Casen would constantly sit in Cameron's lap. Like always. Any time he could he would. And it seemed so normal to us.
They had the most special bond a person can have with another person.
Absolute trust.
Very few people ever experience this in their lives.
And therefore, very few understand it.
