Death of the Sasquatch Researcher?

Where is Sasquatch? Didn't you follow him?

How did you get started?

      (Lines with my craziness included from Death of a Salesman).

Once upon a time. There was a great time to love myths and monsters and thinking that our dream of finding him will live on forever as long as we don't give up looking. And no one conclusively proves they don't exist. 

Sasquatch is lost in the greatest country in the world.

Now there is just no mystery and wonder to the world anymore. Science is slowly crushing that dream. Being a sasquatch seeker (trying to get away from saying, hunter.) is just so hard because all you hear is that hair is a horse hair and that print is a hoax. The disillusionment is taking a toll on us. And what of the toll on our families? What are we possibly giving up on to pursue him? Are we missing out on great memories we should be making with them? If our children are interested in cryptozoology do we want to pass this dream on to them?

 

We are our worst enemy here. How much time we spend foregoing other things is up to us and us alone. Should we have taken the kids fishing or to their grandparents more? When we get older will we have regrets? What will we have accomplished?

We can tell the scientists that we don't care about the horse hair. We know he is out there. But should we be telling our families the same?I'm very lucky my family is part of Bigfoot Mountain. And we don't let it take over other times when we could have been pursuing other things. And when my friends and family want to do something they never hear, "well I have to write this blog today."

This post is not meant to deter anyone from their dreams of finding him. But simply remind us not to lose focus of other more important things such as time with our friends and family.

This week I have suffered another great loss. My best friend's  father. A second father to me. And I'm mourning all the times I should have visited him. Most people are not lucky enough to have one father in life let alone two. Now I have lost them both, and time spent is something you can't ever get back. So try to maintain a good healthy balance and you should have no regrets like poor old Willy.

This post is dedicated to Angelo Risotti and family.