Everybody's Caring Aunt
We had a last day together, just that Saturday," Enrica Naccarato said of her younger sister, Lorraine Lisi. They had last-minute tickets to a concert at the PNC Bank Arts Center, formerly the Garden State Arts Center, and packed up Ms. Naccarato's daughter and two friends. "We spent the whole day there. It was like God saying, `Here, have your last day.'"
Ms. Lisi, 44, had an apartment in Manhattan, but used it only when she had to work late. The rest of the time she lived with and cared for her parents in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, where she grew up.
"Lorraine was always checking in with the people she loved," Ms. Naccarato said. "She would call everybody; she was everybody's mother. She loved children and was always ready with candy. She was everybody's aunt. She found so much joy watching people opening the gifts she gave." And in her office at Fiduciary Trust International, she displayed the pictures of her co- workers' children.
"I can't believe it," Ms. Naccarato said. "It's like she vanished. It's like somebody kidnapped her, almost."
Profile published in THE NEW YORK TIMES on January 27, 2002.