Courtney Wainsworth Walcott

Uncovering a Busy Life
First: Courtney, 37, was the most organized man in the solar system. In his Hackensack, N.J., apartment, the bills were in sequence and organized by category; his shirts were separated into short-sleeve, long-sleeve and dress; the khakis sorted by shade, the shoes by season, the sneakers by sport and the sock drawers by type and color.

Second: Courtney Walcott had good reason to keep his life uncluttered. He was too busy to waste time hunting for socks that matched.

Delano Walcott knew about the regular visits his brother made to their parents in Queens and their grandmother in Hempstead. He also knew about the peewee football camp he helped coach at his alma mater, Hofstra, every summer, where he supervised one godson; and the basketball team he coached in Hackensack, where he watched over another.

But as he sat at the memorial service at the Allen A.M.E. Church in Jamaica, Queens, Mr. Walcott learned that every Monday and Friday after work, his brother would drive to the church to be a mentor to teenage boys, counseling them, getting them jobs at Shea Stadium. Then he would drive home to New Jersey. At least 30 boys told the Walcotts how Courtney Walcott, who was divorced and longed for children of his own, had graced their lives. The family had had no idea.