The world is a swimming pool of all kinds of stories, which terrify us, move us to tears or something to drive us to the wall. Some stories can make up a good deal of bustling, and so had been the one magical tale-that dead people can awake back to life. There was a man who had died after a choking experience but came to life again. He explained that he was following a man into a tunnel, when he heard his Mother cry. Her moans and weeps broke his heart, that even knowing that it wasn't right, he let go of the man and ran back up the tunnel. That's how he found himself back in his rooms, with startled and baffled expressions crowding down on him.
Excepting those kinds of stories, I do not know much about death or anything like that. The only death that had occurred in my family was twice and once I was four and another one occurred when I wasn't even present at all. I do not remember anything but my grandfather lying in bed motionless-lifeless. My sister and I were too care free and while all the adults were praying and weeping, we sat around the living room drawing princesses and fruits. At the funeral I saw my grandpa's picture on a large table and huge amounts of food accompanying it. It was the biggest table I had ever seen! I was partially bewildered of the moans and weeps around me, but was also greatly proud that grandfather looked so important and majestic up there. But I never got to tell him that and the majestic picture on the huge table was, and that's my last knowledge of him.
If I stay is about a girl who is in a pond of unconsciousness, pondering if she should just fade away as her other family members or to stay with her left loved ones. She can't decide, not being able to weigh the things that had went before her and the things that are present. Moaning of her plight, she goes back to her past memories and tries to find a key to help her, a voice to guide her. As she ponders she thinks about her grandparents, her adoring boyfriend and her future as a cello musician. Knowing that one day they would all be together, she opens her eyes and faces her back to the guard of heaven.
After I read the book, I got curious and wanted to know if my grandfather was also given a choice to decide, a choice of life and death. People say that gone people are with us, watching us, and that it is not a parting forever. I want to believe that too, and if grandfather was just like the girl who had pondered, I'm sure he had reasons. So we got to understand the gone people, as others would have to ours.
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