Ben Ahuva and Jacob (Jackie). He was born on July 26, 1981 in Bat Yam. Brother to Kfir, Tali and Shani. A blond baby with large, smiling eyes. Shlomi began studying at the Hayovel Elementary School in Bat Yam and completed his studies at the Ort Ramat Ofer High School, also in Bat Yam. From his childhood, he was known for his personal involvement and assistance to others, and for this he received a certificate of excellence in personal commitment at the Ofer community center in Bat Yam, where he volunteered for the Civil Guard in his city. Shlomi joined the Lazarus Holon soccer team in his youth, and Shlomi joined the IDF in October 1999 and was stationed in the IAF. After basic training he underwent a course at the technical school in Haifa and was sent to an air maintenance unit. In the unit, he completed a course in aviation wiring and served as a non-commissioned officer in the air force, serving his role in the best possible way, serving well in terms of discipline, professionalism, and friendship. He expressed his letter in a letter he wrote two weeks before his death: “A beautiful woman, and yet there is no legend in your name, but not for your beauty, but for your strength I bowed / … and the salt on your face that has become rigid / and your eyes sculpted from tears / Your pains / and all your dreams. “On July 17, 2001, two days after he was twenty years old, Shlomi fell while filling He was buried in a road accident near the Tel Nof base, and was brought to rest in the military cemetery in Holon, where he was succeeded by his parents, brother and two sisters. The balance between his work in the unit and the help he gave his family, we recognized him as a person whose family is most important to him, a person who strove to help with any problem that arose, while preserving the pride and dignity of the family. It is important to bring you to the family day that took place in the unit recently. Shlomi’s friend, Dudi Aharon, wrote and composed a poem in his memory: “Mom, he shouted before the end / Dad, wrap my mother to the end / Our pain does not let go / See the Your picture and only crying / I was in your home the hot heart / And one question just stayed / – Why, why not come back? You can not remember in your past time. / Mom visits every day / Mom tells you everything / I know you hear / Today I felt that you touch me / The whole room in your atmosphere / Shlomi, You are in our soul forever, love you. ” On the first memorial day: “We parted in a cry !!! We wanted to touch you, and you were not alive. The street was quiet, the street was silent. The pain penetrated, the heart ached. How suddenly, who knows, who hears the cry of the heart? In the middle of the last summer, when you are still full of challenges, almost a year, and the pain is growing stronger, first you cry and then you cry and you only know one thing, you will not return !!! Shlomi, you know, to raise a son like you we had the right and the right that God took us! The warm house remains orphaned !! The disaster happened at sunset and our lives do not rise! … Shlomi, you know that for us you exist, far away, but here. Shlomi, hope that the sky is the roof of your home and the earth is your bed and we come to beautify your place. A stone is here, a single mother is Mother Earth. Wish us a heart, go on there, up, smile. Shlomi, son and dear brother !!! “The family members write:” To my well being … / You should not interpret sorrow over a soft soul / and the face of an angel / How was you taken while you were 20 years old?A burning violinist who makes the road, / A burning violinist who gives light, / A burning violinist who gives joy, / A burning violinist who is stroking / A burning violin and not a burner / You were great in your life / and seven times greater in your death. / As you have wrapped around you / Many love you / And all pray to you / God do not come to the trial / your servant, because you will not be justified before you all living / For you will bless the righteous God / As a desire will be crowned / Shlomi be strong up.
