“How lucky I am to have something which makes saying goodbye so hard,” Attributed to A.A. Milne.
Dear reader,
Once again it’s time for “Finados,” or Janal Pixan. As you’ll discover once you dive into this edition, the Día de Muertos celebrations in Yucatán are very different from those elsewhere in the country; more than a festival, it’s a remembrance; a commemoration. It is, in a way, an introspection, sometimes personal, sometimes as a family: a chance to remember and feel close to those who are no longer physically here.
I would really like to make sure that you, the reason we put this magazine together every month, get to feel the deep love that is going into this issue. Love for our state, love for our people, love for those who are visiting us (no matter from how far), and love for those with whom we share a departed loved one. Regardless of what you believe, we hope that, once you find out more about what these dates mean to different people, you’ll be encouraged to hold a remembrance of your own for those you hold dear. Make some time to remember their advice, their laughter, their likes…even the details that used to annoy you and now kind of miss. That’s how you get your loved ones to stay with you just a little longer.
I guess that’s why it was in Yucatán that singer-songwriter Sergio Esquivel wrote: “Nobody leaves completely / Always, somehow / A little bit remains, of their joy / Their memory, the light there was in their eyes, / And the truth in their words… / Nobody leaves completely.”
By Alicia Navarrete
Communicologist born circumstantially in México City, but who says “uay” since 1985. Life has allowed me to see the world, which in turn has allowed me to discover how much I love the place where I live.
Photography by Anna Karen Rivero for use in Yucatán Today.
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