My memories of Orlando are probably similar to many of your colleagues/friends that came by to drop off or pick up mending. Orlando's beautifully-manicured lawn was my way of identifying which house was the Igarta's home. Often times he would be working in the yards or the garage, both which were incomparably maintained.
The last time that I was there I came at his dinnertime & he greeted me & I never realized until I was leaving that he needed to have his meals at regular times for his health. The way that he responded to me interfering with their mealtime, was as a gentleman, which was the way I will remember, Orlando.
May God Bless You & all of your family.
In loving friendship,