In 2010, Clarence Anderson IV told his mother, Evangeline, “OK, Mama, you did take care of everybody. Time for you to be happy.” It was her 44th birthday.
He said, “What’s gonna be is gonna be.”
“You’re right,” she joked, as if she would ever wash her hands of her baby boy, after everything she had done to keep him healthy and living a full life. Seven months later, at age 21, he was dead.
Looking back now, she thinks he knew his end was coming. But it was a death that wasn’t foretold. Clarence wasn’t dying. His illness — sickle cell disease — had meant a lot of physical pain, strokes and time spent in hospitals. But it wasn’t terminal, and it hadn’t stopped him from doing anything, including playing football for a season in high school.
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