Certainly

Of course, naturally, without a doubt, never any question, sure thing, right away, no problem. Reassurances that all will go well. I am only certain that nothing is certain. Is Sadie gone? I feel her behind her door watching her soap operas, waiting to go bowling, sitting on her kitchen chair reading her newspapers. I wonder what it is like to be dead and secretly think that to fade away, as she did, is desirable and maybe even certain. People care about you less and less. You feel more and more invisible and more and more like you have nothing to contribute. Certainly useless. Better off wandering away mentally and physically, seated on your tiny ice floe, waving to your loved ones and urging them to go on contributing to their certain world. Sadie, if you’re out there, and I’m not certain that you are, but perhaps the electrical impulses that you were can relate to the electrical impulses that are the internet, I just want to say that I am certain that I did not care for you enough and if my mother is out there with you, tell her the same.