Avrahami, Orna

Daughter of Shoshana and Yom Tov, was born on the 24th of Sivan 5724 (24.5.1964) in Kiryat Gat. She began her studies in Kiryat Gat in the “Son of Tzvi” elementary school. At the age of 11 she moved with her family to live in Yamit. Orna loved life very much in Yamit, but in order to continue her studies, she had to move to the Eshel Hanasi High School near Be’er Sheva. Orna’s family remained in Yamit with the last evacuees, and Orna was not allowed to go to her house and see her parents. She stood for many hours near the checkpoints and wept, until one of the soldiers gave in to her request and let her pass with Levi and go to her house. When Orna saw her parents in their underwear, she expressed her pain in the poems she had written. One of them bears the name “My Limits, with Love”. At the end of July 1982, Orna enlisted in the Israel Defense Forces and was chosen to serve in the Psychotechnical Unit at the Recruiting Center, where she was very devoted to her work and was willing to contribute to society at the time. The doctors, too, were unable to interpret them, and Orna suffered terrible pain, and when her condition deteriorated, she was brain-mapped and found to be growing, and was hospitalized and operated to remove the tumor. For a long time … After a few days there was a deterioration Orna’s condition and would need surgery two. In this analysis, brain damaged, and on Wednesday Av Tsm”g (14/07/1983) Orna died during the shoot. She was brought to rest in the cemetery in Be’er Sheva. She left behind her parents, three sisters and a brother. After her death, she found records of classical music in her drawers that she liked to hear, diary passages and a neat notebook, with 60 noted songs. Orna has written songs since she was 15 and maybe even before. About a year after her death, a book of poems of generation was published, containing all her poems. Her friends and family published a booklet in her memory. At the beginning of the booklet was printed a poem written by Orna when she was 16 years old: “God picks souls / that he likes / and brings them to his palace / and I desire / to be / one of them”