July 2017: Following Vickie’s death, Clarence learned of a son Vickie had named David who lives nearby in Taylor, Mo. The two met to share stories about Vickie. David gave this photograph of Vickie at his wedding to Clarence. “Vickie was my mother. Back when we were younger kids, she'd come get us roughly two or three times a year, maybe more, and do things with us. But we were usually at the bar playing pool, me and my brother, and she'd take us to the zoo and Six Flags, and stuff like that. But, then she'd quit coming around for years. Then, we moved closer, and I got back in touch with her and she got married and was doing great. She came to my wedding, and we'd stay in touch, and everything. She was doing fine then her husband lost interest in her, because of her drinking habit. So, she kind of drifted off. I'd still get in touch with her every once in a while, and then she would be gone. She didn't ask for nothing; didn't want nothing. But, I mean, after that, I got in touch with her seven years ago and we talked and then probably a year later she called me apologizing for everything that she did to us and wasn't there or anything,” David said.
“Then, her sister called me,” David continued. “Two or three weeks ago, maybe longer, about her being in the hospital and they were putting her in a nursing home. After that, the next time they called me was when she had a heart attack. Then, they left everything pretty much up to me. The doctors called me on a Saturday and told me that she's still unresponsive for three days and had a little bit of brain damage and they probably didn't think she would come out of it because they asked me to take her off the ventilator, so I did,” David said.