Then they remember Steve cussing at a clergyman who was trying to help Mary get him into their van outside St. Mary's Hospital in Rochester. Steve hadn't noticed the clerical collar. And there was the occasion when a friend thought he could carry Steve up the combine steps so he could make a few rounds in the cornfield. I think I'm pretty fortunate most of the time, compared to a lot of people. I know that it's the little things in life that count.
Friendship is still the best thing there is.
Mary believes there will be something better in the afterlife. We're not going to be like this. I believe when we get there, Steve will be able to walk. He won't be in pain. That's what gets us through thinking it's going to get better.