Balali, Omri Haim

The youngest son of Zippora and Michael. Was born on the 20th of Kislev 5749 (20.11.1988) in Hod Hasharon to a warm and loving family, and his arrival, after three daughters, flooded the family with great light and joy. “When you were born, we were the happiest of men,” his mother wrote, “the beautiful baby of the ward,” that’s what the nurses called you: a father’s child, a father’s life you were connected to and a mother’s child, a mother’s life, a mother’s soul. A little brother to Sarit who was pampering you from a young age, Sharon and Hofit you loved so much, you were a happy child who used to get what you wanted – if you wanted the moon, no doubt Dad would try to take it off. ” Indeed, Omri was enveloped in infinite love by his parents and sisters, and grew up as a happy and passionate child, full of love for the world. Omri began his studies in Kfar Saba at the Ofira Navon Elementary School. When he finished third grade, he moved to elementary school “State A” In Hod Hasharon, where he went on to the “Rishonim” junior high school in the city and completed his studies in Kfar Saba at the ORT Shapira high school. A central place in Omri’s childhood was football. Omri was a fan of “burnt” by the Maccabi Haifa team from the age of two. He played football a lot and played in the Kfar Saba children’s group. Another area that fascinated him was cars; This love, which sprouted even when he was a soft boy in the years he builds cars and plays with them, will develop into a central hobby in his adulthood. Omri also liked to put together puzzles and lugos, and stood out with a developed technical sense and good hands. Another hobby he developed was the origami art (paper folding), and he left behind a large swan, small swans, boxes and more … While he was in elementary school, Omri discovered the magic of the computer. For hours and hours he could sit in front of the screen, play, surf the Internet or “chat” with friends. As a young boy, Omri became a real expert on computers that can solve every problem, and the technician to whom any device goes wrong, whether to repair, install or put together anything – Omri, the Golden Hands and always the brilliant head was the address. Omri has both human qualities and inner and outer beauty. Omri had a pure soul, a tender, tender and loving soul. He was modest and modest and knew what honor was. Omri was very attached to his friends and family, loved and surrounded by friends from all walks of life – religious and secular. Omri illuminated his presence wherever he was, he loved to help others and give … and give … Omri who loved life knew how to exhaust all pleasure and enjoyment and took advantage of every moment. Music and cinema were an integral part of his life – as a boy he liked to watch action films, enjoyed “bourekas” movies and was “addicted” to the series “Father Stolen”. At the age of seventeen and a half, he wrote about himself in one of the forums on the Internet that his favorite musical styles were “trans, rap, hip hop, mainly black and oriental music, and some depression songs …” Omri liked to hang out with friends, Was an excellent cook – “Omri prepared the pasta in the most delicious mushroom sauce in the world” – his mother testified, but most of his attention attracted car matters in general, and legal motor sports in particular. Omri liked to watch car races and karts (a small racing car driven on a challenging track in a designated area) and was the proud owner of a yellow Ibiza Turbo sport car, the love of his life. “Hobbies – cars, cars, cars, and a few motorcycles.” At the ORT high school, Omri studied mechanical engineering and discovered high technical skills. He was supposed to continue to grades 13-14, but did not agree to reject GuyWesso. Due to his high numbers, he was invited to an Air Force pilot course, but gave up, because he wanted to serve close to home and be accessible to his father, who is in his heart. When he enlisted in the IDF, on December 4, 2007, Omri was assigned to the Logistics Corps and served as the personal command of Lt. Col. Limor Levy, the commander of a food base, who liked his military service and developed excellent relations with all the residents of the unit. “Omri arrived at the food center in March 2008 and was appointed as my personal driver. I was soon exposed to his unique personality – his kindness and modesty, values ​​he absorbed in his parents’ home from childhood. I remember the long trips with Omri, where we talked about various topics – friends, work, family, and of course what was happening in the unit. Omri was loved by all his acquaintances – soldiers and commanders alike. Devoted and loyal to his position and beyond. The relationship between us was characterized not only by the commanding officer’s channel, but also by personal concern. “Sergeant Omri Haim Balali fell during his service on the 20th of Sivan 5770 (21.5.2010), and he is twenty-one years old. He was laid to rest in the military section of the Neveh Hadar cemetery in Hod Hasharon. Survived by parents and three sisters. On his grave, his mother eulogized him: “Omri, our little boy … All the friends loved you and you were willing to do everything for them … It’s hard to understand what went through your head in those moments, Are you broken? ‘ And you said, ‘What do you mean?’ In the last week you started a diet – it was important for you to look good and fit, Omri, what would we do without you in this big house, look at the second floor and wait for you to come downstairs? And I try to understand what went through your head in those moments, my child, why did not I know, we love you, you had a very big heart, you always smiled at people, we always remember you and we never forget, I promise. The mother, who will prepare the shakshuka that you love, Sarit, who always says, ‘Who dares bother my brother?’ Sharon, who used to play with Shiel and never let go. Omri, our child, will always remain our beloved and dear child. ” His father eulogized him according to the letters of his name: “Omri, a great sadness left behind you / and there is no substitute for a child like you / We long for a smile and for your face / Many were your virtues and virtues. Stand for your destiny / Gd will keep the shadow of your wings in your soul. ” The eulogy of the grandfather: “In the memory of Omri, in Tractate Avot 4:22 it is said: ‘And against your will you are created / and against your will you are born / and against your will you live / and against your will you die.’ Omri, the pain, the emptiness that you have left and the sorrow, but the great sorrow we refuse to part with you, how many things we wanted to tell you, how many things we wanted to do with you, There was something in your eyes that was terrible, annoying, painful, and an open wound, and you did not share any of us, we will always remember you, your laughter, your habits, the way you speak. We will remember what you would do in one situation or another, but in the situation you were in, you would not be able to live forever, you are an angel among the angels you wanted to be close to. It rose to heaven by storm soul. Soul storms and crises and waves passed Bthomotih. Leave us a black cave. … We badly your death that he had broken all your dreams…. We must not ask why death came under our roof, you went to a better life, to the peace of mind and body. Some agony and sorrow touched you until you approached God. Rabbi Moshe Ibn Ezra said: “Death is like a wave, and we are in the field, and because of its harvest.” It is more difficult and more difficult to come after it. You are always suffering from you … … Your pure and blessed soul, like a silent cry, did not burst forth from her throat, a sensitive soul … I am painfully and painfully, but I am trying to erase my tears from how I was taken so young, You are a holy soul, we will always miss you, yesterday you were and you are not, and now your soul has arrived with the distress, it is among the angels … I will ask the Lord of the world and the heavenly consort to guard you. In Rest. Would be soul bound in the bond of life. ” At the memorial ceremony marking the 30th anniversary of his downfall, his mother eulogized him: “Omri, we stand by your grave and reality slaps us on the face, this is proof that you are dead, so why am I looking through the kitchen window and waiting to see your yellow car and you leaving? And you do not come, and then we understand that you will not come back … We do not need to hug, kiss, touch your body … Every day I lived in an illusion I wait for you to come back and tell you that I dreamed that you died and sat on you, I have a lot more to do, many more dreams to exhaust. ” Omri, yesterday we made you a memorial for a month, everyone was, only someone who was most important to us was missing, you, Omri, you were missing … I think we will continue to wait for you all your life People tell us that life goes on But life stopped, You have life to this day with you, and the other life without you, I promise we will perpetuate you in every possible way … In everyday life, we will not stop talking about you, and Omri loved life, even though I wait for you every day to come in and say ‘What’s up?’ My child, you were a good boy, my son, I wish you to rest in peace and that your soul will rise up the ladder up there, keep us from above a child, we love you and we promise, You are always in our hearts and minds. ” Two months after his death, Omri’s many friends continue to write to him on Facebook, and still come to visit his home. “In your death,” wrote Father Michael, “we remain orphaned, we will remember you forever and will always remain in our hearts, we will love, love and be loved for ever and ever.