Eric Clapton’s life changed forever after the tragic death of his 4-year-old son, Conor, on March 20, 1991. Conor fell from a 53rd-floor window in Manhattan after a housekeeper left it unlatched.
At the time, Clapton was in New York to visit, and he had just promised to be a more involved father after spending the day with Conor at the circus the day before.
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