Eyal, Tziki (Tzvi)

The youngest son of Tirzah and Moshe. Born on the 2 nd of January 1982 in Rehovot, a young brother of Anat and Oren, he began his studies at the “Shazar” elementary school in Rehovot, where he studied until grade 2. In 1990/90 the family moved to Mazkeret Batya. Tziki continued his studies at the Herzog school in the settlement, and later at the Gedera High School. He was an outstanding student in all the educational frameworks he studied and loved by his teachers and friends. Mazkeret Batya was the pattern of his childhood landscape. Tziki loved the pastoral atmosphere of the moshava, loved to walk in its fields both on foot and in mountain bikes, and to breathe the smell of citrus and the fragrance of the Smadar. He joined the Hanoar Haoved Vehalomed movement, which was active in the village and was an active member. During his adolescence he was a member of a blood donor organization and regularly contributed plasma. Tziki was sporty, energetic and energetic. He played basketball, rode a mountain bike, skateboarded and traveled a lot around the country. He especially liked to ski on the snow in Hermon during the winter. He found a special challenge in climbing climbing walls. Tsiki was a proud Zionist, a humanist and moderate in his views, and insisted on the right of the Jewish people to defend itself from a human and moral perspective. His thinking was independent and unique, and it was conducted according to the values ​​he believed it was worth living by. He is endowed with rare honesty, modesty and a warm and wide heart. He loved all those around him for his special character, and for his grace, his joy of life, his sweet smile and above all his goodness. His love of animals – and of dogs in particular – was well known, and he could even pity insects. Ziki’s interests were many and varied – he liked to read literature, not only in Hebrew but also in English – a language he excelled in especially. It was a fusion of culinary delicacies and simplicity. He was able to appreciate and enjoy special delicacies and dishes, but he also knew how to make do with little and to produce pleasures of trivial things. He had a tendency to aesthetics and he appreciated art. He always knew how to compliment a new purchase at home, and when Limim moved to Be’er Sheva in a student apartment, he made sure the room looked nice and nice. Until the twelfth grade he wrote a comic book, and one of his works was published in a magazine, and he loved Uri Fink’s works and quickly bought every book he published. , Also loved foreign bands, and was always happy to hear the songs of the beautiful Land of Israel. As a computer enthusiast, he completed five matriculation units on computers, took an interest in all the innovations in the field and experimented with them. For years, Tziki was among the participants in a nature club and was very enthusiastic about it. He studied in the aircraft department and every Saturday he flew a plane in the fields with his father and friends. Tziki enlisted in the IDF at the end of March 2000 and served in the Armored Corps as a tank commander, during which he grew up and became a mature adult with a well-rounded personality, and was well-liked and respected by his subordinates and commanders. Of his service, after completing the course of tank commanders: “I received a young commander, straight from the course, but serious and professional. A reliable guy. … Tziki was an exemplary commander, a commander I could calmly give soldiers under his responsibility. He was always with a smile, always helps. “During his service, Tziki stood out for his values ​​of friendship, responsibility, commitment, volunteering and contributing to society and the state, values ​​that were in fact a way of life. His, at eye level, and was a member and commander in an amazing combination. … Tziki had an amazing quality of gratitude, he was always looking to do good to the soldiers who were partners with him on missions. “Upon Ziki’s release from serviceThe orderly wrote to him, Anat, his sister: “For three years I have waited for this moment … For three whole years I wished you would be released … And then I will be calm … And now this moment has come … And on that day I felt a relief that can not be described in words. For me, you are an angel, real, alive, existent and breathing, one that brings only love and goodness … A good crowd, someone who knows you a little can not remain indifferent to your kindness, your light, your endless giving, even if it comes at your expense. You’ll know how to say the right word, to encourage, to stroke, to smile, and despite your young age, you are mentally mature and always have been … really. ” After his release, Ziki worked as a security guard, saved money and went with his friends for a few months in Australia and Thailand. In Thailand he met Susie, an American girl who became his girlfriend. Their relationship tightened, and Tziki thought of making his life with her. During one of his reserve periods, he wrote to Susie: “You fill my thoughts, and I can also feel you in my dreams.” It’s hard for me to see myself torturing myself unnecessarily and aimlessly to love you with the distance between us. I really feel that my heart reflects your own, and I am sure that all these pains of our hearts deserve it for the future that we will part with one day. ” Upon his return to Israel, Ziki began studying at Ben-Gurion University of the Negev in a two-disciplinary track: Management and Behavioral Sciences. He believed that the secret of success in management lies in knowing the psychological side of people, and therefore chose to study these two areas. His classmates tell of his smile, of his ease and his special peace of mind, as well as of his desire to please people. During his studies, he continued to work as a security guard, and a barmen at a university club. In the middle of April 2005, Tziki was called up for reserve duty. On April 25, 2005, he fell in operational activity at the Halhul checkpoint in the Hebron hills. Tziki commanded the checkpoint at the intersection. A Palestinian driver tried to trample him, and during the incident and the reaction Ziki was killed. He was twenty-three years old when he fell. Tziki was laid to rest in the military section of the Mazkeret Batya cemetery. Survived by parents, brother and sister. After his fall he was promoted to the rank of sergeant. On the first anniversary of his downfall, his mother wrote: “… Tziki, you were a lively young man, you knew how to exhaust yourself every second … You were always surrounded by friends, busy with work and as soon as possible … You wasted no time. … “A year has passed since you were not with us. And it is not accurate to say no with us, because your nothing has become tangible and exists in our lives with tremendous force. And your lack is your strongest presence in all of our hearts. And time is incomprehensible. Engraving the memory in our hearts and completely not dulling the pain. This year, all the while the mind is turning, struggling and looking for answers, and then suddenly I realize that there will never be an answer. There simply is not. nothing. … we will miss your rolling laugh. Innocence, your broad and compassionate heart. … I want to thank you for having been your parents. You were light, love and joy. “One year after his death, my heart is heavy – the sadness rises in the waves, but it is never far away. With Tziki, I became the happiest woman on earth. With Tziki, I became aware of the happiness that is never broken. I knew romance and passion. He was a secret man, he made me feel beautiful. He read books faster than I did, he always beat me in basketball, he cooked for me and danced with me. He was my best friend, and we both became bigger when we were friends with each other. The loss of a man like him makes the world a place inVery much, but knowing that he has left a legacy in me, his friends, and his loving family, gives me some consolation. … Without Tziki, I could never become the person I am today, from the depths of my soul to my fingertips. I’ll never forget it. I will never forget how lucky I was to be able to love him unreservedly in the same year we were together. During that year I had the honor of sharing love with the serene soul I had ever met. A patient man who never got upset and balanced. I am grateful that his world has become mine. “Three years after his downfall, the mother wrote:” Three years have passed without you, three years of pain that has been fixed in our body and in our souls. Pain that increases at regular times and at unexpected times. A pain that intensifies in moments of joy, a lot of pain. Three years of endless love. A love that can not be realized not in a warm embrace, not in a kiss on your warm brown eyes, not in an exchange of compliments that you were so kind and generous. Love that remains in your heart in the special relationship with you, a love that is connected to pain, a love that is all longing. Longing for your touch, for your sight, for longing for speech, for voice, an endless and frustrating longing. … Every day, every hour, you live within us in a million shapes. Sturdy and solid for a moment and airy and disappearing at another moment. Hot and close, on the one hand, distant and inconceivable on the other. And we are hurting you, wanting again a little more, wanting painfully, wanting and not being able to. Love you very much with the hardest, most painful love. Love without an answer and without a future. Love to win! “The friends wrote:” Tsiki, your love is like infinite light. We also feel love for you that is boundless. Every time I remember you the heart starts to ache, but with it I feel the warmth that you radiated to everyone around you. I imagine the charming smile that floods your face and brings peace and tranquility. I will always remember us together as boys who plan life, and although you have not yet assembled the life puzzle, you always knew that you would want to influence other people and help them. … Tziki, I know that life goes on, but I feel and know that you continue with them only in a different way. Our love for you will never end. We love you forever. “One of the friends wrote:” Longing remains. A quick, innocent year had passed since you left us. … I remember you happy, happy, energetic, loving. Every person has a part that is outstanding in his character, you knew how to soothe everything around you, you did not have to do much, just a little smile and a sentence like ‘Do not worry everything is nonsense’ were enough to reassure everyone. I have no doubt that the friends think about you every day because over time the longing grows stronger and sharper as if it is acting against nature. Tziki, I’ll never forget you, I’ll always remember the good times we’ve had together, always in my heart. “Tsiki’s brother, Oren, opened an online blog in his memory: http://tsiki.blogspot.com/ On July 30 Oren wrote: “It does not pass. It did not disappear. It does not go anywhere. It seems to me that such pain remains in the bones, penetrates, and does not leave. Even when I do not think about him, I feel the constant tension. I thought these were things other than my life, but now I’m not sure. Sleep is not really sleep. And even when a day goes by without really thinking about it actively (because it is always there behind the thoughts), then the feeling is there. Like a ghostly organ trying to run again from time to time. When you feel happy, you feel a little guilty. Yes, even now, after years. And when there are events related to death they connect me directly to what was. Searching for and finding the similarities between death and death. Feels like a tight spring with no possibility of being released. Even when consciously trying, the calm does not hold. No matter what you do. … hope there is something on the other side, and whatever it is”After Tsiki’s death, Suzy, who was his partner, immigrated to Israel and began conversion.” On December 2, 2007, Tziki’s twenty-sixth birthday, she wrote: “… Thank you for caring for me. . Even before you left the world, you created a network for me that I actually integrated into. You introduced me to people who are an integral part of my current existence as a resident of this country. You established the foundation on which I build, so that I can continue my life here in Israel. Without you, I am not sure where I was in this world. “As Memorial Day approached, she wrote:” Your death will not define me, but it changed me. I have lived at such a higher level since your death, and often it has become confusing, overwhelming, romantic and insane – but every moment I live it. I understood life in a different way. Even in your absence, your essence was my aura, your purity, your purity. You are an angel to me, my best friend and my pain. “Memorial Day is only a few days away, there is a sense of quiet on that day, and this is my third memorial day in Israel, and I will always feel lonely on this day, full of rallies, documentaries about other young men who have fallen. A place with a scar with your seal in it … The comforting thing is that the country remembers you and the other boys, their tears running down the family you will never have, and the life that has been cut off prematurely … I’ll think of you as I always do, I hope you think of us. ” On December 7, 2005, a basketball game was held in memory of Tziki. Every year his family organizes a bicycle trip in his memory.