Three sons kidnapped by cartel in Mexico, mother finds hundreds of bodies
Every day, I walked through uninhabited fields and city drains. There, I found my first body – a young man who had been kidnapped and left in a drainage canal. Seeing a dead person and thinking it could be my son shocked me, but that body was only the first of hundreds of people we found in a country where disappearances increase daily.
- 2 years ago
June 23, 2022
Mother finds mass graves in Mexico, in search of her sons kidnapped by cartel | Photo courtesy of Ceci Patricia Flores Armenta
SINALOA, Mexico ꟷ Seven years ago, my son Alejandro Guadalupe was kidnapped, destroying my life. It felt like I lost half of myself. Years later, two of my other sons, Marco Antonio and Jesús Adrián, also forcibly disappeared, and with them, I lost the remaining half of me.
Mother in Mexico fights daily to find her missing sons
Every day, I fight relentlessly to find my boys, searching in the mountains and hanging signs in the streets. I did not make the decision to become a mother on the hunt. It happened because my heart was so full of pain.
The best way for me to get rid of sadness is to fight every day not to collapse. I go out to look for my children, shouting to the world, “I need them at home! I am dying of grief without them.” Yet, until I have physically died, hope never dies.
From the beginning, I hoped someone would knock on my door and tell me it was just a nightmare. Imaging their return keeps me strong and standing. Every morning I wake up, I think I will find them – today will be the day. If not, someone will come and tell me where they are.
There is a reason I never lose hope after all these years. I have found many people who were missing for years. Their families mourned them, ceremonially buried them, and held masses every month, yet they were alive. Miracles occur and they restore peace – the very peace I have sought all this time.
Grieving mother finds first body in a drainage canal
My son Alejandro Guadalupe worked at an organic fertilizer plant in Los Mochis, Sinaloa when an armed commando took him away at 21 years old. I lived in Sonora and when I heard the news, I moved to Sinaloa. The pain drove me crazy, thinking I would never see him again. It killed me inside.
I appealed to the authorities to do something to find him. They laughed in my face, so I started looking for him alone. I bought a car and feeling like I had no other choice, I went to the mountains with a lamp, a pickaxe, and a shovel.
Every day, I walked through uninhabited fields and city drains. There, I found my first body – a young man who had been kidnapped and left in a drainage canal. Seeing a dead person and thinking it could be my son shocked me, but that body was only the first of hundreds of people we found in a country where disappearances increase daily.
More children disappear in Sonora, but the cartel returns one
The saddest Mother’s Day I ever had, came after four years looking for Alejandro in Sinaloa. At dawn that morning, people from a drug cartel took two of my other sons, Marco Antonio and Jesús Adrián, from Bahía de Quino back in Sonora.
Before dawn the next day, I was already sitting in the bush ready to go search for them. That same day, I found my youngest son’s wallet and his belongings. With these first clues, I continued searching the location for six days.
On May 10, 2019, I received an unexpected call. They told me they were going to give me a gift for Mother’s Day. The kidnappers let me talk to my two children and at that moment I felt immense emotion knowing they were alive and I did not have to keep looking for them in the mountains. They also gave me my youngest son Jesús Adrián back, and with him I retrieved half of my life.
Unfortunately, my eldest son Marco Antonio, did not come home. I will remain on the trail until I find him.
Woman’s life threatened for searching mass graves
This fight brings me to the brink of death. Many people know the location of my children, so I ask for clues. I am threatened for this.
The most serious situation I found myself in occurred in Puerto Quino, Sonora. We had discovered a clandestine grave containing the bodies of 58 people. At that moment, armed men came asking for me. They pointed a gun at us and threatened to throw us to the floor of the grave.
I told them if they wanted to kill me, they must do it while I stand up, because I would never kneel down. I never broke my gaze or stopped explaining why we were there. Faced with their threats, I told them, “If you shoot me, you will only kill a body because my soul died the day people like you took my children.”
I lived, but the threats continued and in 2021 I had to leave Sonora for security reasons. I was taken to Mexico City to be protected through a mechanism of the federal government. Since then, I have a panic button so the authorities can know my location in case I’m in a dangerous situation.
Mexican mother maintains hope her sons are alive
I often wonder why God put me in this place and while I have not found the whereabouts of all my children, I do get to help other families.
The most positive outcome of all of this, is having found hundreds of people alive and being able to hand them over to their loved ones. This is a blessing for me.
Whenever I give the news to a mother that we have found her son, I feel a great deal of happiness and peace inside.
I believe everything I am experiencing was necessary to be able to help other families, and this also reinforces my hope that one day, someone will call me to give me the good news: my children are alive.
