What I most remember about Orestes is the way he treated me. I had never encountered an adult who treated me so kindly and with such respect, despite being only 5 years old! That respect never wavered as I grew, and I am forever grateful for the example he set for me. Every time I saw Orestes, I promised myself that when I had children, I would treat them the same way, and more importantly, their friends. He was a reminder to always open my home to family and friends, to be welcoming, and to prepare good food. Once Mike and I were married, I made it a point to host parties for Christmas, New Year’s, Halloween, graduations, and birthdays. I wanted my children to reflect someday on how Orestes and Delia opened their home to so many of us.
I’ll never forget one Christmas Eve in Camarillo when I saw Orestes rush to the door to bring in the mailman. The mailman seemed confused, but Orestes was determined to serve him food and a drink. He quickly introduced him to everyone, grabbed a bottle of wine from the hallway, and placed it in his arms. Orestes’ generosity had no limits, and as a child witnessing that love, compassion, and true Christmas spirit, it shaped who I am today.
Orestes touched so many lives, making them better with his kind spirit, love of food, and encouragement. Each encounter with him left us a little kinder, with a lesson in humanity and decency.
Mike and I just celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary, and guess where Mike proposed to me? That’s right—at Orestes and Delia’s house in Spanish Hills. Reflecting on those 25 years, it’s fitting that our journey began there, in front of a man who defined love, family, and generosity. I am so grateful to have been blessed by his presence, and I will continue to honor his spirit and the profound impact he had on this beautiful world.