Alon, Shlomi

Dalia and Machluf’s eldest son. Born on the 13th of Tammuz 5739 (13.7.1979) in Lod. Brother to Ortal and Elior. His mother recalls: “Friday morning, a screaming cry mixes with the sounds of the medical staff at Assaf Harofeh Hospital, Mazal Tov, a boy, weighing 2,900 kilograms, and I, like from the depths, hear and get carried away by feelings of happiness and happiness and the empty space in my heart And the midwife seemed to have heard my will, put you over me, a beautiful baby with a black mane of hair that adorned your head and a light complexion that illuminated your face. ” Shlomi filled the house with light and flooded his parents with infinite happiness and love. At the age of two his sister was born. Shlomi, a tender boy in the years, overcame all the obstacles of jealousy and was helpful against her. Happiness in the house was growing. Shlomi turned out to be a kindhearted boy and inspired those around him. Time passed, and Shlomi went to Einat kindergarten and then to the Ma’apilim elementary school in Lod. He chose to do high school studies at the multi-disciplinary “Ort Lydda” in the field of communication. Shlomi’s thesis, which he prepared during his twelfth grade, dealt with the issue of preventing road accidents, and the work was highly praised by the teachers at the school. On 29 November 1998, he enlisted in the IDF, the intelligence corps, and served in the army base for three years, and he was loved by all his commanders. In the winter of 2001, he began serving in the regular army, but only served for eight months on July 13, 2002. On July 13, 2002, Shlomi’s family celebrated his twenty-third birthday, on the 14th of Elul 5762 (August 14, 2002) Which took place on the Mevo Horon road. The gospel of the Job came to his house while his parents and brothers were in Eilat, and his sister was forced to accept it, alone. Shlomi, whose final thesis dealt with the prevention of road accidents, became part of the terrible statistics. Shlomi was laid to rest in the military cemetery in Lod. He left behind his parents, sister and brother. After his fall he was promoted to the rank of sergeant. His mother wrote in the name of the family: “A choked weeping sound is heard / it is not your voice, my child is dying / sounds are mingling again, this time not medical teams, and instead of good luck for your child, the message came. Pain and joy. “