New York Times Portraits of Grief

Richard M. Caggiano

Richard M. Caggiano used to call his grandmother, pretending to be a pizza deliverer, or a surveyor, or a telephone solicitor. And she fell for the prank over and over and over again.

"He loved to play tricks on his grandmother," said his mother, Veronica Caggiano.

"'Is that you, Richard? Is that you again?'" she would say after a while. He would change his voice so it was always hard for her to tell. He had a great sense of humor."

Mr. Caggiano, 25, a native of Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, was a stock options trader at Cantor Fitzgerald, his first big job, where he had worked for about nine months before the attack.

"He was very excited because this was going to be the beginning of his career," his mother said.

"He was learning the business. It was his all-time goal to work in the financial sector."

Mr. Caggiano was proud of his blue-collar roots. He lived at home in Flatbush with his mother; his father, Albert, a city worker; and a younger brother, Michael, 23.

The two brothers were close. They learned from one another. The older brother taught the younger how to throw a baseball, how to present himself to the world, how to be patient and calm.

Mr. Caggiano got to watch his younger brother grow into a man, the result of his generous advice, said Michael Caggiano, who wished that his brother could have been here for his 23rd birthday on Aug. 25.