We dream of our own expanded headquarters where each grandparent has their space, their garden, and their story visible on the walls. A place where arriving doesn’t feel like coming to a borrowed home, but to one’s own.
We dream of more volunteers, more young people discovering that accompanying those who lived before them is not a moral obligation — it is a privilege. We dream of permanent medical brigades, of art and memory workshops, of Sunday outings to the river.
And we dream, above all, that no grandparent in Bucaramanga has to grow old alone. We have been pursuing that dream for thirty years. Today we continue to pursue it, with you.