Sideline

I've always wondered as I got older why we sit on the sideline. While some are better than others Loved more. Memories have to last a lifetime, never showing my true feelings as life continues. Here comes the sadness of life's time coming to an end. I'm lost as it's tearing apart inside,e, wondering why what happened, ed, why my sister and I, what makes us so different. Yet we stand close enough to hear him breathing, touch him as if it is our last time talking to him. Does he feel us there, Or are we bound to the sideline of life?