New York Times Portraits of Grief

Vaswald Hall

Vaswald Hall would leave home at 6 a.m. and put in a 12-hour day delivering packages, a job that often took him to the World Trade Center. Despite the long hours, he was the one who usually made dinner for the family, preparing oxtail, curried chicken or other dishes from his native Jamaica.

On weekends, when one of his neighbors in St. Albans, Queens, needed help hauling boxes, Mr. Hall, 50, would turn off the stove and run out the door. "My mom would say, `Can't you ever say no'?" said his stepdaughter, Jacqulyn McNally. "We had a problem with it because it's not in our nature. He never had a problem with it."

A police officer in Jamaica, Mr. Hall came to this country 17 years ago. He had been making plans to switch jobs and had recently passed the Civil Service exam with high marks. Mr. Hall, who left behind four children in Jamaica, was particularly attached to Ryan, 6, the grandson of his wife, Beverly. "Ryan says that Grandpa was his special friend, his best buddy in the whole world," Ms. McNally said.

The sketches on this page were written by Karen W. Arenson, Glenn Collins, Kenneth N. Gilpin, Steven Greenhouse, Lynette Holloway, Tina Kelley, Tamar Lewin, Terry Pristin and Seth Solomonow.