By Jon Campbell
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There is a woman with long blond hair and denim overalls holding a flyer with someone's picture on it. She is standing in front of the Wall of Prayers at Bellevue Hospital, where families have taped up many of these flyers, hoping to find their missing loved ones. But the woman has the flyer turned over. She holds a pen in her hand. She moves up and down the wall, writing down names. Every so often, she makes a sound. "Oh my God," she says, seeing one familiar face. She moves on. "No," she says. She writes down a name. She shakes her head. She sees another and groans, writes down the name. And another. So many names.
Flyers for the missing paper our city, taped onto bus shelters, telephone poles, storefronts. Much of the information on them is basic: weight, eye color, hair color. But they hold another sort of information, too, details so intimate that only someone who had explored your body would know them, someone who had held you in their arms, memorized every inch of your skin. She had a scar from a Caesarean section. He had a tattoo of Tweetie Bird on his right buttock. She had a birthmark on her inner right thigh. Mole on left side of collarbone. Superman tattoo on left ankle. Birthmark on left inside forearm. Tattoo on left breast reading "Baby Devil."
By official estimate, New York has lost more than 5000 people. It may be weeks before all the names can be gathered. What follows are the stories of people listed as missing or killed in the collapse of the World Trade Center towers, with whatever information was available. Debris and sorrow cloak the details. We have included what we could.
MISSING: Daniel Lugo
Daniel Lugo, 45, traveled from his home on Dyckman Street in Upper Manhattan to his job as a security guard in the north building of the World Trade Center for more than two years. His shift had recently switched from nights to days.
We've been to all the hospitals. All the numbers are busy. I understand that so many people are missing, but tell us something. Waiting and not knowing is worse. I'm holding on. I don't know how long I can hold on. I just keep saying, 'Where can he be? Where can he be?' "
MISSING: Uncle Lee
Written on a street memorial, New York City: "For Uncle Lee. 90th floor, 2nd building. Did you make it? Still don't know. We all cried for you today. I wait by the phone run run run faster please please you are strong just keep running. I hope you're safe."
MISSING: Khalid Shahid
Khalid Shahid, 25, was overjoyed when he was hired as a systems administrator for eSpeed.com, the online trading division of Cantor Fitzgerald, in January. "He said it was the best move he ever made," recalled his sister Fatima. "He loved his job, he loved computers. It was everything that he wanted." An avid skier and tennis player, Shahid, who resided with his parents and younger brother and sister in Union, New Jersey, was engaged to be married this March. He and his fiancée just purchased a home in Mount Olive. "He was the sweetest person," said Fatima of her outgoing, Muslim brother, who sported a goatee. "He didn't have a bad bone in his body."
MISSING: Raul Hernandez
Two weeks ago, Raul Hernandez went to Seven Lakes, in New Jersey, for a few days of fun with his siblings and their children. His sister Gladys saw him once again, a week later. Now she's looking for her lost brother, age 50. "He works for Cantor Fitzgerald," she said. "He is a security guard. His badge was 01261." The family at first thought he was in tower one, then tower two. "We are confused; we don't know if it's 97th or 84th or 107th floor. We don't know if he was checking all the floors. We know he was in the building at 6 a.m. He's supposed to go in at six."
Like so many families of the missing, she is caught between present tense and past. "Raul was very quiet, very loving person, never talked about nobody, used to help anybody he could help. He didn't think twice to help somebody," she said. "If he knew he was going to get hurt to help somebody, he would do it. Everybody is upset. His nephews are praying for him, and they loved him a lot and to please come home."
MISSING: Sareve Dukat
A tax conferee for the State of New York, Sareve Dukat, 53, called her family from her office on the 87th floor of tower two after the first plane crash. Dukat, of Manhattan, told her family she was OK and would stay at her desk.
Brooke Rosenbaum, 31, was a supervisor in the overseas division of Cantor Fitzgerald. He was a voracious reader and an enthusiastic music fan who had lately developed a passion for DVDs. He is survived by his mother, Dorothy Burke, of West Palm Beach, Florida; his only sibling, his brother Peter, died of congestive heart failure in 1998, also at 31. "He was an enchanting young man," said his mother, to whom he was very close. She last visited him on Labor Day weekend and wanted everyone to know that "he never said a bad word about anyone."
Doug Fitzgerald, 39, was chief financial officer of Cantor Fitzgerald.
"He spent so much of his time helping those less fortunate," said his friend Rebecca Shalam. A kid-loving six-four basketball player, Fitzgerald organized inner-city athletic programs with Student Athletics Inc., where he was the vice president, and did extensive fundraising for the McBirney Y, the Educational Alliance, and the Jewish Community Center on the Upper West Side. He is survived by his wife, Jennifer; their five-year-old son, Michael, and two-year-old daughter, Julia; his mother, Charlotte; and his father, Joe, whom he called at around 9:10 a.m. to say he was evacuating.
MISSING:Daniel W. Song
A broker at the derivatives desk of Cantor Fitzgerald, Daniel W. Song of Tribeca was working on the 105th floor of tower one when the first plane crashed into the building. "He called me right after the plane hit and said he was going to come down," said his older brother, Frank.
"And then I didn't hear from him again." The 34-year-old Korean American grew up in Appleton, Wisconsin, and graduated with a psychology degree from Marquette University. "Dan was extremely dedicated to his family," added Frank, noting how Song, a devout Christian, worked for years to be able to relocate his parents and 90-year-old grandmother from Wisconsin to their new home in West Orange, New Jersey. "His goal was for us all to be together." He is survived by his brother, sister Julie, mother Yongjin, father Hyungshin, and grandmother, Chikang.
An information technology consultant for Scient Corp., 25-year-old Neil Shastri had been working for the last two weeks at the eSpeed.com division of Cantor Fitzgerald, when the first plane hit. "He called me at about 9 a.m., but it was very panicked so we didn't speak for long," said his wife of three months, Kruti. "He said it was very hard to breathe and that he was going to call his mother." The newlyweds had recently moved from their parents' homes in Hohokus, New Jersey, to an apartment on East 39th Street, where they hoped to start a family. Last week, friends and family members gathered there to light candles and offer each other support. "Neil was a very funny, loving guy," said his brother, Umang. "If you could see all the people here, you would see that. He treated everyone like they were his brother."
MISSING: Captain Patrick Brown
Karate grandmaster Kaicho Nakamura opened his mail on Thursday to find a donation and a note of support, dated September 10, for an upcoming benefit tournament from one of his senior students, Patrick Brown. The generosity didn't surprise Nakamura: Brown always looks for ways to contribute and help others. A second-degree black belt, Brown, 48, is more widely known as the most highly decorated captain in the New York Fire Department. He dashed into the debris-laden cloud at the twin towers on Tuesday, along with his brothers from Ladder Company 3, just before the first tower crumbled. "He is a true hero," Nakamura said.
It's a title Brown earned over and over, but he would brush it off whenever any of his fellow students at Seido Karate expressed admiration for the many daring rescues he performed. A quiet man with smiling gray eyes, Brown "never once praised himself or gave himself credit," said his good friend and training buddy Ralph Palmieri. He'd even be a little timid in sparring, Palmieri adds, concerned that he might hurt someone. The two served together as volunteers at Seido's karate program for blind students, and Brown would tell Palmieri, "Those students are the real heroes."
For the last eight years, Palmieri and Brown had sushi lunches together three times a week after karate class. When not joined by others, Brown would bring up another area where he and Palmieri shared deep feelings: their service in Vietnam. Brown had been in the Marines, Palmieri in the Army. "He'd talk about how bad he felt about all the bad things that happened over there, and how he hoped he could do enough good to make up for it," said Palmieri. "I am sure his score is settled."
MISSING: Taimour Khan
Both fun-loving and driven, Taimour Khan, 29, ran a trading desk at Carr Futures on the 92nd floor of tower one. "He was definitely at the top of his game," said close friend Joe Richards. Born in Pakistan, Khan grew up in Woodbury, Long Island, and was captain of the Syosset High football team. He majored in business at SUNY Albany. Friends said he loves travel and soccer games in Central Park. "He wakes up at the crack of dawn on weekends so he can enjoy every minute," said his older sister, Zara, who like the rest of the family, refuses to give up hope that Khan will be found. "I don't know anybody else who loves life as much as Tai does. He's got a very contagious personality. I've been flooded with phone calls, even from people who only met him for a day."
MISSING: Paul Cascio Jr.
Paul Cascio Jr. began working as a trader for Euro Brokers on the 84th floor of tower two only five months ago. After graduating from the University of Vermont, he took a job for Cantor Fitzgerald, also housed in the World Trade Center, making the journey each day on the PATH train. Cascio, 23, a native of Manhassett, was thrilled to have been offered a spot on Euro Brokers' scheduled trip to London, an attempt to expand their business overseas. His flight would have left last Friday.
Among those still searching for Cascio are his younger brother, Evan, and 40 or 50 of his close friends who are canvassing hospitals, reading lists around the city, according to his father. "It is a wonderful tribute to him," said Paul Sr., "a wonderful tribute to little Paul, my boy."
MISSING: Ana Centeno
Ana Centeno is a fantastic athlete. Each day after work as a forensic accountant for CAPS, Centeno, 38, goes to the gym for three hours and can run 13 or 14 miles at a stretch. She was a competitive long-distance runner in high school and in college. Ed Pulver, her good friend and former boss of 14 years, said he helped bring her up since she was a little kid and has known her almost since the day she moved to the United States from Puerto Rico when she was five years old. Awake at 6 a.m. every single day, Centeno traveled nearly 40 minutes on the PATH train from her home in Bayonne, New Jersey, to her office on the 101st floor of World Trade Center tower one. "She loves her job there, she is a very hard worker," Pulver said.
MISSING: Swarma Chalasani
Relatives of Swarma Chalasani admire her work ethic as an assistant vice president for Fiduciary Trust. In the year or so that Chalasani, 33, has worked for the company on the 94th floor of tower two and while she was employed at Merrill Lynch, she "has never been late to work, she was usually early. And she even went in on weekends," her sister said. Her dedication to work is matched only by her commitment to the lives of her family and her friends. She moved to the United States 12 years ago with her immediate family and lives in Hoboken, New Jersey.
MISSING: Liam Colhoun
After 11 years of marriage, Liam Colhoun, 34, has come to be seen by his wife as the Good Samaritan type. "He would definitely run to help someone he thought was hurt," Helen Colhoun said.
Indeed, his willingness to sacrifice himself for others may be why he is among the missing. "I am concerned that he went back to help others," said Helen, who learned that Liam was spotted on Church Street near the Millenium Hotel after the second plane struck the World Trade Center. Liam, who worked at Bank of America Securities on the 82nd floor of tower one, met Helen at Baruch College 17 years ago, and is the father of a five-year-old girl.
MISSING: James "Jimmy" Crawford
James "Jimmy" Crawford was thrilled to learn seven months ago that his wife of two years, Lisa, was pregnant. He has worked at Cantor Fitzgerald for two years, happily making the long trek from Summit, New Jersey, to his office on the 104th floor of tower one.
Crawford, 33, was popular among his coworkers for his gold pinky ring, a great complement to his outgoing personality. Lisa said she fell for Jimmy's blue eyes and brilliant blond hair.
MISSING: Daniel Crisman
After temping for a year at Marsh & McLennan, Daniel Crisman's dream finally came true on September 1. He was offered a permanent job as trading coordinator on the 96th floor of tower one. "He was so excited that day," said his girlfriend, Danielle, whom he met during a poetry workshop at a friend's house. In an evening of sharing and writing poetry, Danielle found Crisman's reading irresistible. "He is just the coolest guy you'll ever meet. I just love it when he finally comes home from work," she said.
Crisman, 25, has lived with Danielle in the Chelsea neighborhood for two years, and is an only child.
MISSING: Eric Andrew Lehrfeld
Eric Andrew Lehrfeld, 32, was attending a conference at Windows on the World, at the top of tower one. A husband and father of one daughter, Lehrfeld is described as five-ten, with brown hair and a wedding band.
MISSING: Kenny Marino
A firefighter with Rescue Co. 1, Kenny Marino was one of the first to enter the towers. Marino, of Monroe, New York, has two kids, daughter Kristin, almost four years old, and son Tyler, one and a half. "We were in the city that day," said his wife, Katarina. "I saw him for about a half-hour at 8:10 a.m. Everyone's been trying to beep him. He has his beeper on. At 7:45 I beeped him so that we could trade cars. I went down there because he had the keys. The kids got to see him that morning. They sat in the fire truck.
"I saw the plane," she added. "Everyone has been helping out with neighbors and friends. Everyone has been a great help."
MISSING: John Heffernan
The firefighter on the lower right of the six whose photos are displayed on the wall of Engine 28, on Second Street east of Avenue B, is notable for the curl in his lip and the crazy gleam in his eye. John Heffernan is a Rockaway boy who lives with his wife and kids in Middle Village, Queens. But on the Lower East Side he has a second identity: Johnny Bully, guitarist for the Bullys. This is a big band in the local punk world. They tour nationwide, with Johnny somehow managing their business side, and their albums are produced by Marky Ramone. On the Bullys' Web site is home to screeds called TWATs: the World According To Johnny.
The one you'll find right now at the World According to Johnny begins, "The government of Afghanistan, is waging a war upon women. Where the fuck is Afghanistan? I gotta get a fricken map for that one. Anyway, it must be one tuff motherfucker to wage a war against chicks, huh?" It goes on like thatfull of hard info punk fans don't know and rhetoric no decent liberal would likely tolerate. It's humane, impolite, utterly rock and roll. Check it out.
MISSING: Abe "Avremel" Zelmanowitz
Abe "Avremel" Zelmanowitz, 55, of Brooklyn, was at work for Empire Blue Cross Blue Shield in tower one, as a computer programmer. Born in New York State, he had logged 10 years with the company.
MISSING: Anna Medina
Anna Medina, 39, was on the 101st floor of tower one, working for AON Consultants. A lifelong Brooklynite, Medina is mother to an 11-year-old son, Leonardo Acosta. Loved ones described her as five-seven and 180 pounds, with shoulder-length red hair. At the time of the attacks, she had a pedicure with a mint-green color and white designs, along with tips on her nails that were orange with a black-and-white design. Medina lives with her mother, 87, and is one of 14 siblings10 sisters and three brothers. Relatives said she loves to watch her son play baseball.
A 37-year-old firefighter, Daniel Suhr was hit by a person jumping from the towers and instantly killed. Suhr, a native of Marine Park and member of Engine Co. 216, leaves a wife, Nancy, and a daughter, Briana.
The first deputy commissioner of the New York Fire Department, a proud, lifelong resident of New York City, and a devoted father and grandfather, William Feehan died Tuesday when his command center was crushed by the collapse of the south tower of the World Trade Center. He was 71 and lived in Flushing, Queens.
Feehan served as acting fire commissioner during David Dinkins's administration and the first deputy commissioner under Giuliani. William Feehan Jr. said that the night of the Dinkins-Giuliani election was one of the most thrilling moments of his life. "It was a very close race," he said. "There was a sense of dismay for all the Dinkins people and Dinkins supporters, and my brother and I thought, oh well, there he goes. [My father] thought there was no chance that he would be asked to serve another administration at age 67."
Feehan Sr.'s father, brother, eldest son, nephew, and son-in-law all opted to devote their lives to the fire department, and the deputy commish had been known to spend much of his time, including holidays, at the fire station. "I remember there was a family party of some sort," William Jr. recalled. "At about 4:30 he left for work. It was Christmas or Thanksgiving. At about 7 o'clock, in walks my father. He wasn't supposed to work that night."
He was loyal to the New York fire department and developed deep friendship with its members. Feehan was also a dedicated family man. "Each of the experiences that I went through in my life, he seemed like my biggest fan, and I think it was the same for my brothers and sisters," said Feehan Jr. "You can't grow up as a kid and have your father have a better job than to be a firefighter. He always came home with the smell of smoke on his clothes. It sounds silly, but one of the most comforting smells to me is the smell of smoke.
"I can remember being a kid, the day the Mets lost the '73 World Series. My father took me into work with him, in Chinatown. It was greatI got to ride the fire engines and stuff, and this guy, Charlie, would bring in almond cookies in for all the men. Charlie made sure that I got my own almond cookie that day. The people, they interact with the fire department in this city."
Feehan Sr. is survived by his two sons, William and John, two daughters, Elizabeth Feehan and Tara Davan, and six grandchildren.
MISSING: Vinod Prakkat
According to an online posting, Vinod Prakkat was on the 103rd floor of tower one. "He works for Cantor Fitzgerald," the searcher wrote. "The last we heard from him was when his friend talked to him minutes before the first plane crashed into the WTC. . . . His wife, Jayashree, is pregnant and waiting for him."
MISSING: Patrick Adams
Patrick Adams, a former security guard for The Village Voicefor two and a half years and longtime worker for JC Mandel Security Bureau, was working on the 80th floor of tower two on September 11. He called his wife after he saw a plane crash into the first tower to tell her that he was stuck between two doors but was trying to get out of the building. He hasn't been heard from since.
Adams, a naturalized American citizen born in Guyana, was recognized among Voiceemployees as being a notably loving and compassionate man. "I never asked him for any favor that he said no," said Colbert Watson, a past coworker. "He was so nice. For the old messenger staff, he would just call them and buy them a whole pizza, like every Wednesday.
"He could have been my father," Watson added. "I could tell him any kind of joke and he would laugh. He would be there every time. Whenever I would go out to get lunch I would bring something back for him. He always asked for tea with a little piece of lemon. I knew he wouldn't eat oysters and things like that because his face would puff up. We knew things like that about each other."
Adams had taken some time off from work after breaking his arm, but returned to the company for different postings, despite being given only three work days a week. Adams is in his late sixties and has a wife, Allison, children, and grandchildren. "I know that Patrick is a very religious person," said Joan Gordon, a Voicephone operator. "I know he fully believes in life after death."
MISSING: Benito Valentin
Benito Valentin, 33, worked as a travel agent for American Express in the first tower of the World Trade Center on the 94th floor. He was running late for work Tuesday morning. His shift ran from 7 a.m. to 3 p.m. His wife, Grissel, 30, who goes by Rodriguez, her maiden name, woke up to hear him say, "Honey, I'm late." He threw her a kiss, and then left their place in the Bedford Park neighborhood of the Bronx, where they live with their three daughters, Danielle, 11, Jayleen, nine, and Alissa, seven. It was 5:45 a.m.
Benito had visited his younger brother Juan's family in Dover, Delaware, just a few months ago for a nephew's birthday party. Two months ago he was down for a weekend. The moment Juan, who works in a poultry factory, heard about the attack, he packed a bag. Juan's wife, Robin, drove. "We had to break some speed limits. I made it in two and a half hours," she said. "We needed to be with her." She gestured to Benito's mother, Carmen Barretto. "She was so scared."
"He's got the biggest heart of anybody you'd want to meet," Robin went on. "He's friendly, funny, good-looking. We share our birthdays together. His is January 20. Mine's January 21."
Juan keeps remembering the last time Benito left his house. "The first vision I get is hugging him in the driveway and not wanting to let him go, crying with him and not wanting to let go of him. We were like that. I had not seen him in a while, and I just did not want to let him go."
MISSING: Lindsay C. Herkness III
Lindsay C. Herkness III worked for Morgan Stanley on the 73rd floor of tower two. Among those searching for him is employee Hagi Abucor. "I cannot go to sleep until I find my boss," Abucor said.
All they knew was that the secretary of her company, Fiduciary Trust, where she is a researcher, saw her at 8 a.m. They left messages on her voice mail all day.
Besides her work, Swarna, 33, has been active with an organization called Sakhi, a support group for battered Asian women, and of late, has been studying pranic healing to use in that support work. "She's incredibly smart and very ambitious," says Pragya Gupta, 39, who lives in the same complex in Jersey City as Swarna. "She's working as a research analyst on Wall Street! She loves the outdoors, and is part of the AMC. . . . She'd turn a person into a friend at the first meeting."
MISSING: Donna Clarke
Donna Clarke, 39, was at work for Marsh & McClennan on the 98th floor of tower one. Her loved ones say Clarke, engaged to be married and mother of an 18-year-old, had worked there for perhaps three months.
MISSING: Taimour Khan
Taimour Khan and his mother, Tahira, spent last weekend together.
They went grocery shopping. They had a party that their entire family attended at her house on Roosevelt Island. Khan, 29, was at Carr Futures, working as a financial consultant on the 92nd floor of tower one, when the plane hit. Just before 8:45 a.m., his boss spoke to him, his uncle says, and Taimour was lively, and cracked a couple jokes. They talked business and hung up.
"I was in bed asleep when it happened," Tahira said. "My daughter called and left a message.
I called back and she said, 'It seems like the world is coming to an end, there's war everywhere.' "
Tahira almost walked from Roosevelt Island to the World Trade Center when she first heard. Her daughter, Zara, came home, and as the calls poured in, some from family members in Pakistan, they watched the news. A coworker of Taimour's contacted his wife twice that morning after the accident. This gives the family hope. "My heart tells me he is somewhere and he's coming back," Tahira said. "I am very much at peace. My instinct tells me he is fine. He's a strong person. He's going to fight and he's going to get back. I have great hope. I believe in God."
Taimour's uncle, Arshad, lives in Plainview, Long Island. He helped raise Taimour. "He is extremely bright and witty," Arshad said. "People love to get his e-mails. He's always the most entertaining at a party, with the elderly, the youth. Very athletic, a bike rider, traveled around the world. And a very successful trader, at a young age."
"A great human being," added his mother. "A child of the world is what he was, is. He's the kind of child that, I'm the mother but, if you look at him and know him, you would want to own him. He loves me so much. He brought me a huge bouquet of flowers at my office on Mother's Day and everyone said, 'You have a very handsome boyfriend,' and I go out and my son is there with roses."
At this, Taimour's sister Zara handed a bottle of juice to her mother and told her to take a sip. "He's a man and you would think how a man has this tough image, but Taimour's got this emotional feeling," Zara said. "He's very protective of me and my mother. He loves my mother to death. He's got a great sense of humor, makes you laugh, one, two, three. He's very humane. When he was little he would see the ants walking through the cracks in the sidewalk and not want to step on the ants."
As she spoke, Tahira Khan gripped a string of mint-green tasbih beads. She has been praying all day. "I am praying something very special," she said. "Because one of the prophet's sons was swallowed by a whale and the prayer is to bring my son back to me. After 40 years the son comes back. I am praying that verse from the Koran, so my son will come back to me."
MISSING: Tambi Gonzalez
On Sunday, William Crespo saw his cousin, Tambi Gonzalez, at a family gathering at her home in Yonkers. That was the last time they spoke. Gonzalez worked as a waitress at Windows on the World, and she started her shift at 8 a.m. on Tuesday. Around 9:30, she called her aunt saying that something had hit the building, she'd felt it shake, and she was coming down the stairs from the 107th floor. She said she would call back later, but that was the last her family heard. Her aunt called her cell phone over and over, but the call would not go through.
Her family described Tambi as a slender and tall 22-year-old, with curly black hair. Crespo said she is "full of energy, a sweetheart, she loves to cater to people and make them comfortable." That's what she enjoys about waitressing, and she had particularly liked Windows on the World because of the customers from many countries and different races and cultures who visited, and because of the breathtaking view. "She loved it, loved looking out every day, being up there," Crespo said. Soon after she started working there, Gonzalez held her 20th birthday at the restaurant, and Crespo remembers staring out over New York and New Jersey, and feeling like he was "on top of the world."
In one photo, Gonzalez is sitting on a couch, a serious expression on her face, her black hair pulled back, wearing a delicate white sweater, a long floral skirt and sandals. In another, she looks like the lively, thoughtful cousin Crespo describes: Wearing a white tank top and shorts, gold hoop earrings and her black curly hair let down around her shoulders, she smiles straight at the camera, with just the slightest bit of shyness.
MISSING: Harold Lizcano
Emily Vega met Harold Lizcano six years ago when they worked for the city at Teacher's Retirement Systems, and after three years, their relationship went from "friends, then to interest, and then we started going out," she said. Smiling a little, she added, "He liked me first." Lizcano is fun to be with, and has the same values: They are both Catholic, and want big families like Vega's, although Lizcano had grown up an only child. In June, the couple married at St. Anselm's Church in the Bronx, and spent a two-week honeymoon in Hawaii.
On Tuesday morning, Lizcano left their house in East Elmhurst at 7:10 a.m. and arrived at work at Carr Futures in tower one, on the 92nd floor, at 8:30. Vega turned on the TV at 9:10, and thought she was dreaming. "I was in shock. I tried calling, and it wouldn't go through," said Vega, 28, in a calm voice. "In the beginning, I was hysterical. I was crying, on the floor, and I was alone for quite a while, just crying, because the trains weren't working, and my family couldn't get to me." Vega started calling everybody she knew, and her family in Puerto Rico and her husband's family in El Salvador called her. When her friends and family arrived in Queens, they took her to the hospitals, registered his name at the armory, and Vega hung photocopies of her husband with so many other notices along First Avenue. In the picture, Lizcano is dressed in pure white: white suit, white shirt, white tie, his dark skin standing out against the silk. He has a dimple in his chin, and a thin mustache.
Vega hopes their family abroad will be able to fly into New York soon. And she has taken some comfort in the words of the priest who married them. The priest told her they have to pray and hope he comes out, but if he doesn't, they'll have to understand that it is God's will. "That's the part I'm having trouble with, the second part," said Vega, "I'm just going to pray and hope. I still haven't come to grips with that yet."
MISSING: Anthony Luparelli
Anthony Luparelli, 62, has worked maintenance at the twin towers for 15 years. "He loves his job, he loves to work, he is old-school Italian," said Eddie Canillas. Luparelli was in the building during the bombing in 1993, and on Tuesday morning, he was at work in tower two when the first plane hit. Soon after, he called his family to reassure them that he was all right, and said he was going to try to help out. "He called, and we put the news on, and we were just waiting. Time went on, and on and on, and we were waiting for a long time," Canillas said, outside the entrance to Bellevue Hospital with other members of his family, holding flyers and framed photographs. At home, Luparelli's six grandchildren are waiting to hear, and his wife is at the home in Corona, Queens, where Canillas grew up. "We're out here just trying to get his picture out there," Canillas said, "I see here that I'm not the only one. But obviously, I already knew that."
MISSING: Vaswald Hall
Vaswald Hall, 50, of St. Albans was making a delivery for Urban Fetch Express Logo, a messenger service, in lower Manhattan. Hall was last seen picking up the boxes from 43rd Street at 7:30 a.m., on his way to One World Trade. "He was last seen by a coworker entering the underground dock at the Trade Center, driving under," said Suzanne Higgins, a family friend.
"He was in a van. The coworker went into the lobby to make a delivery himself. As soon as the coworker went in, the explosion happened and the coworker went out.
Born in Jamaica, Hall came to the U.S. in 1984; he has a wife, Beverly Hall, a daughter, and a grandson. At the time of the explosion, he was wearing a beige polo shirt with an Urban Express logo, black or blue jeans, dark brown boots, and his wedding ring.
MISSING: Claribel Hernandez
Claribel Hernandez, 31, was managing a Sybase convention on the 106th floor, said her father, Carlos Aleman. He described Hernandez, of Woodside, Queens, as five-four and 125 pounds. She was wearing a black skirt, and last telephoned from the 100th floor to say she was on her way down.
A native Manhattanite of Puerto Rican descent, Hernandez is married to Eslyn Hernandez. They have a son, 11, and a daughter, five.
In 1998, Captain Timothy Stackpole was seriously injured in a Brooklyn fire that left two firefighters dead. His doctors doubted whether he would ever return to the job he loved, but he didonly to die in the World Trade Center terrorist attack.
His story was incredible. In June 1998, Stackpole, then a lieutenant, responded with Ladder Co. 103 to a building fire on Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn. While inside, the floors collapsed, trapping him along with Captain Scott LaPiedra and Lieutenant Jimmy Blackmore, both of whom later died.
After Stackpole was removed, someone handed him a rosary, which he clenched in his fist during the ambulance ride to the hospital, said the Reverend Jim Cunningham, a friend. Heat from his burns, which covered 30 percent of his body, seared the image of a crucifix in his palm.
Just two weeks before he died, Stackpole, 42, had been promoted to captain. He was staffing a command center in tower one when it collapsed, burying him under rubble with more than 250 other firefighters. He is survived by his wife, Tara, and his five children, ages six to 19, who live in Brooklyn.
Neighbor Laura Trask said he spoke with a client shortly after nine. LaMantia worked as vice president and assets broker for the bond firm Cantor Fitzgerald, on the 105th floor of the tower one. She says his family includes a wife, Kimberly, a nine-year-old daughter, Emily, and a six-year-old son, Greg.
Trask described him as five-ten, with brown eyes, a scar on his right eyebrow, another round scar on his left cheek, and a gap between his front teeth. "He's my best friend," she said, of the East Meadow native. "I want to say for everyone who knows him, it is an honor to know him, and we want him home. The family wishes to express their gratitude for all those who are trying to find Steve."