Cohen, Ohad

Son of Sarah and Alberto. He was born on 9.9.1973 in Netanya. A cute and playful baby, who at the age of three moved with his family to Kiryat Shmona, where he started kindergarten. Later, his family moved to Metula, and his childhood passed in the shadow of the Katyusha rockets fired from the Lebanese border. A special relationship developed between him and his brother Alon, with whom he grew up, and with his younger sister Liat. He studied at the “Hanadiv” elementary school in the moshav until the fourth grade, when his parents separated and Ahad returned to the coastal plain with his mother and studied at the Yitzhak Sadeh school in Kfar Sava. During this period, his talent for painting and his pictures were exhibited in an exhibition held at his school. He continued his studies at the Alon junior high school in Kfar Sava and then decided that he wanted to move to a boarding school. He was accepted to the agricultural school in Nahalal and was admitted to it. Nahalal bought one of his friends and his warm relationship with him accompanied him for the rest of his life. He grew up and became a tall, handsome, blue-eyed boy, lively and playful, knowledgeable in a variety of fields and a rich inner world. At the beginning of December 1991, one of the IDF enlisted in the Armored Corps, was very proud of his role in the tank and filled it with dedication, but after a few months he was diagnosed with glandular cancer and he was released against his will and continued to hope that he would recover and serve in the army. He underwent a series of chemotherapy treatments during his recovery period and began to study at the Tadmor hotel school in Herzliya, where he acquired the profession of cooks. He died at the Sheba Medical Center in Tel Hashomer, with all his friends standing around him and was buried at the cemetery in Kfar Sava, leaving his parents, two brothers – Alon and David and three sisters – Lilach and Liat, his sister Lilach, who wrote: “The sadness is something deep inside. As time goes by he comes less often. But when he comes, it hurts. Painfully painful. And when it hurts like that, it’s paralyzing. And longing, longing is a straight function in general, constantly rising in a straight line.” (For full memoriam, see Hebrew biography.)