He built a life in the United States. In death, he chose Mexico

Rosario Tovar Barraza, center, with sons Alex, Gerardo and Armando, at the funeral for her husband, Jesus Tovar Sanchez, near Guadalajara, Mexico.
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Jesus Tovar Sanchez was 27 when he and a cousin left Mexico for the United States, soon followed by his wife.

Over the next 40 years, Tovar rose from dishwasher to owner of a radiator company, bought a house in the San Gabriel Valley, raised five sons and a daughter and became a U.S. citizen.

But as immersed as he was in his new country, it was not where he wanted to be in the end.

“When God takes me, he should take me to Guadalajara,” he said in April. “That’s my wish.”

Jesus Tovar Sanchez
Jesus Tovar Sanchez lived in the U.S. for more than 40 years, but his last wish was to be buried next to his mother in Mexico.
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He was 74, suffering from advanced kidney disease and thinking about whether his children would honor that desire.

“I’m not sure what will happen because my family is here,” he said. “If God calls me, I don’t know if they will take me there or if I will stay here.”

In a world in which international borders are often crossed as people flee war or poverty in search of peace or opportunity, the question of where is home has become increasingly muddled. Perhaps the best answer is the ultimate one: Home is the ground six feet above us.

Each year roughly 175,000 Mexicans move to the United States, according to the Pew Research Center. And each year thousands of bodies and cremated remains are shipped back to Mexico.


It wasn’t until Tovar and his wife, Rosario, had been in California for about two decades that they decided to settle there for good. In a sign of their commitment, they purchased a two-person mausoleum at a Los Angeles cemetery.

“We said if we’re going to stay here, we’ll need the basic needs — that’s having a house and a final resting place,” she said.

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Armando Tovar, with wife Veronica and daughter Amanda, mourns the death of his father.
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But after his mother died in 2002, Tovar realized he wanted to be buried next to her — in Mexico.

Josefina Sanchez Pelayo had raised him and his six siblings in poverty after their father’s death, and though Tovar was her only child to settle outside Mexico, the two remained close. He and Rosario would load the family into the car each December, tie a grill to the roof and drive to Mexico to visit.

As Tovar’s own health took a precipitous decline last year, his children began to prepare for the end. They raised $3,000 to help cover the eventual cost of shipping his body to Mexico and other expenses.


On a trip last spring to Guadalajara, Tovar handed an envelope full of cash to a niece, who assured him that there would be space next to his mother.

“I relaxed a bit,” Tovar said after returning from the trip. “I didn’t feel sad. Instead, it gave me courage.”


The dream to return to one’s roots — even in death — comes from deep in Mexican culture and is embodied in the popular song “Mexico Lindo y Querido.”

Mexico beautiful and beloved, if I die far from you, let them say that I am asleep and let them bring me here.

“There’s a lot of love for the motherland,” said Angel Priante, general manager of Recinto de la Esperanza, the funeral home in Guadalajara that had agreed to handle Tovar’s body when the time came.

“They go to the United States for the economy, to discover a new place,” he said. “But in the end, the love for the motherland, for their family — because they left by themselves — makes them return.”


The more than 11 million Mexican immigrants in the United States have maintained deep ties to their homeland. They send back tens of billions of dollars a year to support relatives, join “hometown clubs” and often plan retirements in Mexico.

For those who don’t make it back in life, there’s always death.

The Mexican government does not publish comprehensive data on remains sent from abroad. But the consulate that authorizes all such shipments from Los Angeles County provided statistics showing that over the last five years it approved transport for 6,740 bodies or sets of cremains.

Adrián Félix, a professor of ethnic studies at UC Riverside, said the desire to be buried back home can reflect the extent to which migrants feel seen as outsiders.

“If migrants don’t feel like they’re welcome, if they don’t feel like they fully belong, they will retain their connection to the community of origin,” he said.

The Mexican government offers up to $1,550 in financial aid for its citizens to be returned to Mexico for burial.


Still, many families take out loans or sell off possessions to cover the full cost, said Felipe Carrera, an official at the Mexican Consulate in Los Angeles.

“It’s very hard for a family not to grant that last wish, so they make a series of sacrifices,” he said.

Carrera said that the federal government has reduced the consulate’s budget for assistance in recent years and that he and other officials have been encouraging families to consider the much cheaper alternative of cremation.

Chris Aguilar, who immigrated to the United States in 2002 and helped found the Plaza Mexico shopping and cultural center in Lynwood, said that given the enormous contribution of immigrants to the Mexican economy — he sends money for schooling, clothes and other basic necessities for two nieces back in Guanajuato — it’s only fair that the government pay for shipping remains.

“The least [the government] can do is pay it back a little,” he said. “We are here because the conditions in our country didn’t allow us to develop ourselves there.”

The hometown clubs also take up collections to help cover the costs of shipping remains.


“It’s a very sophisticated network,” said Gaspar Rivera-Salgado, a labor studies professor at UCLA. “These poor immigrants — working class — end up collecting anywhere from $5,000 to $12,000 to help the family. Not only do they send the body, but sometimes they fund the relatives to accompany the deceased person.”

Odilia Romero, who lives in Los Angeles and helps lead a human rights group representing indigenous Mexicans, said that help may depend on whether a person was an active member of a club.

“When you leave this earth, it’s less likely for you to get home if you don’t participate,” she said. “But if you were always there passing out water, helping with the cooking, then the community will be super generous to you.”

Rosario Tovar Barraza and brother-in-law Hugo Tovar Sanchez at a funeral home in Guadalajara in December.
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The question of where to spend eternity can be fraught for families.

Zacarias Gomez spent his life as a farmworker moving between California and the central Mexican state of Zacatecas, where he owned a cattle ranch and the cemetery plot he hoped to occupy one day.


Hospitalized with prostate cancer in Orange County, he would point to the television every time an airplane appeared on the screen and tell his son Lupe that he wanted to go home.

“He wanted to just get up from the bed,” Lupe recalled. “He would say, ‘Let’s go to Zacatecas, my son.’ He was on medicine, but his love for his native land was until the end of his life.”

He hoped to be buried there, but his wife and five daughters, who all lived in California, argued that Mexico was too far away.

He finally changed his mind after his wife said she wanted to be buried in California. When Gomez died in 2009 at age 92, he was laid to rest in the city of Orange.

Lupe later bought spaces at the same cemetery for himself, his wife and their five children.

Some find more creative arrangements.

After the balladeer superstar José José died in September at age 71, half his ashes remained in Miami, his adopted hometown. The other half were shipped to Mexico City for a tribute at the Palace of Fine Arts and then paraded through his old neighborhood before being buried next to his mother.

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He wanted “the half that remained in Mexico to represent where he was born, where he grew up, where Mexico saw him flourish,” his daughter, Sara Sosa, told Univision shortly after his death. “The other half in Miami, the city that accepted him, that helped him be reborn, to escape his addictions, [where] he met my mother.”

Lupe Rodríguez, who immigrated in the 1970s and now lives in Hawthorne and runs multiple Zacatecas hometown clubs, has kept his options open.

He inherited a cemetery plot in Mexico from his father, who wound up being buried in Los Angeles County, where Rodríguez owns another plot. He would prefer to be buried there, because his four daughters and all his grandchildren live nearby.

Part of him, though, wondered how much any of this really mattered.

“You die and what will you know? It’s all over,” he said. “You’re not going to know if people visit you or not.”


Last Dec. 2, Tovar was propped up in a hospital bed in West Covina. He knew the end was near.

His daughter Kenia held a phone to his ear to play a message from his sister María del Carmen, a nun in Mexico City.

“Don’t be afraid. Jesus is with you,” his sister said. “You should be calm, my son, because God has always been with you and you have been with him.”


He died at 9:37 p.m. the next day, less than five months shy of his 75th birthday.
More than 100 people filed past his open casket at a wake five days later at Guerra & Gutierrez Mortuary in East Los Angeles.

María Peña de Jimenez, a close friend from Tovar’s tiny hometown of Mascota, sat on a bench and video-chatted with his brother Hugo in Mexico.

“We see a sense of peace on his face,” she assured him.

For the next 12 days, his body remained at the funeral home while his family searched for flights and gathered paperwork for the journey to Mexico.

His children began arriving in Guadalajara a couple of days before his casket was scheduled to get there. It seemed so ironic to 38-year-old Kenia: Her father had to sneak across the border to reach the United States all those years ago, and now his family was struggling to get him out.

Finally, the funeral home placed his wooden coffin in a shipping container and drove it to Los Angeles International Airport, where it was loaded into the cargo bay of Volaris Flight 913 to Guadalajara’s Miguel Hidalgo y Costilla International Airport.

His wake was supposed to start at 3 p.m. that day, but his body remained stuck at the airport as mourners gathered at Recinto de la Esperanza funeral home. A worker politely explained the delay: More than a dozen bodies had arrived from the United States that day.

Two hours later, the casket finally arrived in a hearse and was rolled into a viewing room and set on a platform adorned with white flowers.

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Siblings, from left, Pompeyo Tovar Sanchez, Maria del Carmen Tovar Sanchez and Hugo Tovar Sanchez mourn the death of their brother.
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Only three of his six siblings were still alive. All showed up to pay their respects, holding one another as they gazed into the casket.

María del Carmen whispered a few words to express her gratitude that her brother’s wish was being fulfilled, even though she found it deeply disturbing that they were breaking the Mexican tradition of a speedy burial.

She stayed with the casket until morning, long after dozens of relatives and family friends had come and gone.

The next day, about 100 people gathered for a Mass in a chapel at the Recinto de La Paz Cemetery near Guadalajara. Tovar’s children carried his casket about a dozen yards to the burial site, stepping over flat grave markers until they reached his mother’s plot.

Aunt Maria Eugenia Tovar and Sister Maria del Carmen Tovar Sanchez , mourns the death of her father, Jose de Jesus Tovar Sanchez at Recinto de la Esperanza funeral home in Guadalajara, Jalisco.
Aunt Maria Eugenia Tovar and Sister Maria del Carmen Tovar Sanchez , mourns the death of her father, Jose de Jesus Tovar Sanchez at Recinto de la Esperanza funeral home in Guadalajara, Jalisco.
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It had been reopened so Tovar could be placed above her.

Relatives released doves into the air. A few minutes later, five mariachi musicians appeared carrying guitars, trumpets and an accordion and began playing and singing.


The music drifted through the cemetery for the next hour as workers lowered the casket, placed slabs of cement on top and refilled the grave.

“I’m at peace now,” said his son Tavo.

Now 49, he decided several years ago that he wanted to be cremated and scattered in the mountains near his grandfather’s ranch in Talpa. On visits there growing up, he said, he had fallen in love with the place.

Another son, 47-year-old Alex, who hadn’t been to Guadalajara in 20 years, said that having his father buried so far away would be difficult.

“I’m not going to see him as often than if we would have buried him back home,” he said. “I’d go every weekend or every month.”

But another fact about his father easily made up for that disappointment: “He’s home.”

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Relatives look at family photos after the burial.
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