So my old friend Anne lies on her death bed, in a semi-comatose state. She is suspended somewhere between the living and the dead. The doctors assure me that she can think clearly and hear everything said. She feels pain and especially boredom. She cannot voluntarily move even her eyes. She had a drunken car accident and a devastating head injury.One of the of the last things she told me before she sank into the twilight of her life, was that she wished she could yank out the power cord to the respirator she has been attached to for 4 months. That machine was the only thing keeping her alive. However at the time she had lost the ability to use her hands or move her arms.I told her now was the time to reflect and prepare to meet God. She ignored me and we continued to talk slowly about her life and her personal affairs. She was not surprised that her grown children had looted her home, stolen her jewelry, cash, appliances and were driving and selling her cars.In a massive desperate attempt at denial she said, “Mommy has always been there for them so it's natural for them to take everything.” It would be a good explanation except mommy has never been there for them.