Rick whale watching cape cod
photo of Rick at wedding
Rick golfing
Rick on New Year's Eve 1999
Rick with Kate & Shawn & dog Samantha
Rick, Kate & Donna at Donna's sister's wedding
Rick in college football days at Trinity
Rick with Mom & brother Doug
Rick with Dad & Doug
Rick with his family
Rick as a child
Rick with brother Doug
aon memorial service prayer card
aon memorial service prayer card
richar'd prayer card
richard 's prayer card
flag from shuttle endeavor
WTC painted by friend's mother Ann Munson
Hartsdale Memorial flyer
Memorial Program November 3, 2001
Memorial Program November 3, 2001
Memorial Program November 3, 2001
Memorial Program November 3, 2001
Memorial Program November 3, 2001
Queen Elizabeth II September 11 Memorial Garden
Conseleya 9/11 Memorial
Dewitt 9/11 Memorial
Montclair State University 9/11 Memorial
East Newark 9/11 Memorial
Fair Haven 9/11 Memorial
Freehold Township 9/11 Living Memorial Tree Grove
Crescent Beach Park - Flagpole/Memorial for 9/11 Victims
Garrison Elementary School American Patriot Garden
Richard B. Hall liked to tell his wife, Donna, that life was good. "''I'm a happy guy'; that's what he used to always say to me," she said.
At 49, he was a senior vice president at the Aon Corporation, enjoying work, staying in shape by shooting hoops and playing golf with such dedication that he dreamed of one day joining the senior pro tour.
But his greatest joy came from his family. His son, Shawn, 15, from a previous marriage, was "the light of his life," Mrs. Hall said.
Mr. Hall would pick up his son once a week and bring him home to Purchase, N.Y., for dinner and television. He called the evenings with his son his "Shawn nights," said Al Willbee, who considered Mr. Hall his best friend. "You couldn't get him to break those appointments for the life of you," Mr. Willbee said. Mr. Hall regularly took his son to see his grandparents, Ruth and Herman Hall.
Mr. Hall was devoted to his stepdaughter, Katie Holster, Mrs. Hall's daughter from her first marriage. He talked about her so much that people were surprised to learn that she was not his own daughter.
As Ms. Holster progressed through high school, Mr. Hall would tell his wife not to worry about college expenses, because wherever she wanted to go, they would find the money for it. When it came to what he would do for his stepdaughter, "the sky was the limit," Mrs. Hall said.
In June, Ms. Holster was her high school's valedictorian. Mr. Hall, his wife recalled, said jokingly, "I wish I could take credit for her brains, but I can't."
Profile published in THE NEW YORK TIMES on December 12, 2001.
New York Times Portraits of Grief
Richard B. Hall liked to tell his wife, Donna, that life was good. "''I'm a happy guy'; that's what he used to always say to me," she said.
At 49, he was a senior vice president at the Aon Corporation , enjoying work, staying in shape by shooting hoops and playing golf with such dedication that he dreamed of one day joining the senior pro tour.
But his greatest joy came from his family. His son, Shawn, 15, from a previous marriage, was "the light of his life," Mrs. Hall said.
Mr. Hall would pick up his son once a week and bring him home to Purchase, N.Y., for dinner and television. He called the evenings with his son his "Shawn nights," said Al Willbee, who considered Mr. Hall his best friend. "You couldn't get him to break those appointments for the life of you," Mr. Willbee said. Mr. Hall regularly took his son to see his grandparents, Ruth and Herman Hall.
Mr. Hall was devoted to his stepdaughter, Katie Holster, Mrs. Hall's daughter from her first marriage. He talked about her so much that people were surprised to learn that she was not his own daughter.
As Ms. Holster progressed through high school, Mr. Hall would tell his wife not to worry about college expenses, because wherever she wanted to go, they would find the money for it. When it came to what he would do for his stepdaughter, "the sky was the limit," Mrs. Hall said.
In June, Ms. Holster was her high school's valedictorian. Mr. Hall, his wife recalled, said jokingly, "I wish I could take credit for her brains, but I can't."
Add new Guest Book entry