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Age:
44
Place of Residence:
Crestwood, NY
Location on 9/11:
WTC
Occupation:
AON Corporation | Assistant Director Risk Management Service
Biography:

His family held a funeral for William Wik Tuesday. But they have other memorials planned for the 44-year-old husband and father of three. Wik, of Crestwood, N.Y., was killed when the south tower of the World Trade Center collapsed. In May, he had started work for Aon Corp. as an assistant director. Wik loved caring for tomato plants in his home garden. His son, Danny, 8, has taken over that task. Wik had a rose tattoo on his upper left arm. His family and friends are getting rose tattoos, too, his wife Kathleen said, "but not as big and maybe not in as obvious a place." When the first hijacked plane struck the north tower of the World Trade Center, Wik saw it from the 92nd floor of the south tower, where he was in a meeting. He called his wife. "Kathy, I have a lot of people to deal with here," she recalled her husband saying. Wik's body was found in the rubble of the south tower. He was wearing firefighters' gloves, clutching a police radio in one hand and a firefighters' flashlight in the other, she said. "Because he did what he did and was brave enough to pitch in, I found him," she said. "I saw his tattoo and I kissed his arm." Profile courtesy of THE CHICAGO TRIBUNE.