Kimchi, Ronen (Douzy)

Son of beards to Batya and Chaim. Born in Jerusalem on 19.11.1978, brother of Yehuda and Sharon. Ronen grew up in the Ramot neighborhood and attended the Picer Elementary School. He completed his high school studies at the Ort College in Jerusalem. His childhood was full of light and joy. In his special and captivating figure, many friends drew close to him. A curious and intelligent child who, in his early years, was discovered as a “little leader,” who not only enjoyed his company but also older people who liked to be in the middle. His parents tell how as a curious child he was watching a truly fascinated program on the human body, animals and nature. And he always had a desire to know more and to seek more in both his knowledge and his actions. Ronen grew up and was educated in a supportive and loving home, where he cultivated important and essential values ​​such as love of others, concern and sensitivity to those around him, kindness, determination to contribute to society and a Zionist desire to serve his country as a combat fighter. As a teenager, he became a boy with many different horizons: literature and poetry, computers, the human body, sports and martial arts and his teachings … Throughout his life he studied and specialized in varied martial arts and believed in their teachings and the spiritual meanings behind them. “Just as the sun completes the moon, like black completes the white or the man completes the woman …” Ronen wrote in his diary in an attempt to explain his belief in the theory of yin and yang. His friends say that in their childhood they envied Ronen for his rapid ability to crack and decipher new computer programs and complicated thinking games. With infinite patience, he would explain and teach everything he knew to those who had difficulty, from computer programs and chess to the human body. His “invincible” character dominated everything he touched, from chess to intellectual conversation. Unlike other young people of his age who grapple with existential questions, Ronen was able to appreciate and enjoy with great joy the small things that build a lifetime … “The meaning of life is happiness,” he used to say. In his presence he always gave his serenity to his surroundings because in his faith he went with the emotion, love, and logic that led him to his inner perfection – until the day of his death. In February 1996 Ronen wrote in his diary the song ‘You’: “In the light of the moon – dreaming of you / and you look so beautiful / And around your head Halo / Bright as the moonlight / And every time I look at the flower / I see you, and my heart melts when I recall the smell of your neck. / And sometimes when I am alone in the room, a loner – thinking of you without end / and remembering your smile and your flushed face that give me strength to continue to live! ” His deep knowledge of the human psyche, listening and giving led him to choose a military course in the Givati ​​Brigade in November 1996. He was a medical paramedic who loved “You liked being a paramedic and you were the best medic in the company … and you were always looking for help …” the battalion commander of the Tzabar Battalion told him. In February 1999, two months before his fall, Ronen wrote in his diary: “Without you / like a narrow bridge / Like a broken branch / Like a leaf in the wind // With you / Like a sturdy and sturdy bridge / Beautiful oak tree / ? ” About six months before the end of his service, on January 4, 1999, Ronen was murdered at the Barkan outpost on the Lebanese border in three shots fired by a soldier from his unit who seconds after his act committed suicide. Sergeant Ronen Kimhi was laid to rest at the military cemetery on Mount Herzl in Jerusalem and is twenty years old. The text of the personal inscription on his grave was engraved: “You are planted and cut off – you are left and taken, your life full of dreams – you have left us.” His death left behind his parents, Brother, sister and many friends. “We lost a child, a brother and a friend – and we have an angel who guards …” At the end of a year without him, his sister wrote: “Ronen, you know, there are such good people that this world is becoming too small for them … They say that you are the best of the best, as beautiful as a knight in the movies, the eyes of a smart, shining almond and a smile that penetrates the soul. You may be with the joy of life, the infinite curiosity and the great love you are no longer – and life goes on – without you, without the deep and deep conversations as only you could manage, The romantic letters and songs you knew how to write – and no longer write, the chess games you loved and won – and you will not win again, the computer programs you learned in the moment – and there will be no one to learn. There are no words that can unite together and describe how much you are missing, how painful it is and how much love remains orphaned, and that I can only love and miss it painfully and believe that you are watching us from some star. I stand here and can not believe that you are the one who lies beneath the stone in which your name is engraved – and eulogizes you, my brother. My dear brother, rest in peace, bless your soul to be happy wherever you may be. “Friends call to his memory:” What actually changed? everything is as usual. The same sky, blue water. The same street, the house, and the same floor. Only you did not come home. “The person who was right, who was wrong, who will be wrong, will never know, we will not complete our argument – and I realized how much I missed him – when he did not come home.” And I will not be left with anyone else. “It’s not that I’m going to talk about ‘Friends for good,’ so I said, ‘Why, but silence, because you did not come home.'” The wheel turns and another year passes, spring bursts like a gust. For me, like the wind extinguished a bonfire-when you did not come home. “Our dead will not cry when it hurts, the fallen will not be tolerated, the sky is reflected in the sea as it only now seems purple to me.” For both of us there was enough room in the cottage and time was flowing for both of us. “My sister writes his words about a song she found:” She goes to water the plants and take care of the grave on Mount Herzl, a kind of uncontrollable desire that everything will flourish and be alive among the dead – goes Every day – a view of a new reality. Finds a lost orphaned notebook lying on a stone bench with a sort of collection of poems, stories and words that describe loss, bereavement and pain. This song and its contents seem to have been written about the way Ronen found his death: “One little boy goes for a walk / with a helmet and rifle / and meets one enemy without a helmet and with a gun to shoot him – and he dies.” / Who encouraged the company by phone / and promised to call before twelve / now he is dead. / And in heaven there are no phones. // One little boy / who did not get the helicopter in time / And death was also a little ahead of him. Not even enemies, but it’s probably not meant for small children, with or without a rifle and a helmet. ” Three years without him. His girlfriend Ayelet Ido writes to him: “A lot of moments, and a memory of faces and hands, and there was a smell, but there is no smell, no contact, no hands and there is brown soil and a cold stone and longing and sorrow. And questions and answers, / and no answers./ And there was simplicity, and now flowers. / And there was happiness, and simple things, / And now there were only questions, and why, and why. Pain and flowers. “There was a smile, a charming smile, and there was also a silence in which he said everything, and now there is only silence, no smile, and there is memory, but there is no smell, no contact. , And there was love, / but there are flowers, and a cold stone. // He was like a messenger in the form of a man, and he remained a messenger in the form of an angel. Ronen, I remember you smiling, and excited by the little things “I remember how simple and whole you were with yourself, you loved life, you loved the family, your friends, you loved people, you always supported and helped everyone around you, you saw things in a pure and spiritual way.” Ronen, I want to take advantage of this class today to continue And I call on everyone who stands here, and in your name says: Keep on being happy, loving and loving, and never ignore those little things that add beauty to life, because that’s all Ronen would want. “Five years without him,” his sister Sharon wrote, “a creation of heaven and earth – and a frozen image of yours.” / A meeting of a blue sea with an infinite skyline – Want to touch / Clouds fly – One chooses, / Like, wrapped in your figure. / With a really big longing, looking for eyes, a look, a laugh / sometimes even a character – to be like yours. With smiling eyes – seeing you / seeing a soldier in uniform with a purple cap – looking for you / and sometimes, an adolescent man with half a smile and penetrating eyes / with expressions of wisdom and life – imagining you, I’m going all the way along the path and looking for a little more of you / Gathering another sentence Another story Another meeting – Taking another memory / Going to the experience of a young life Sometimes grown up – And all live a little more from you – through someone else. Of the days that will not come back, learns the hands of time / understands the value of a year – without you / and what the value of a month, an hour sometimes even a minute / and five years – and no one to wait … frozen picture. “I imagine you sitting on a low pedestal, elbows on your knees, touching hands and a penetrating gaze and eyes understanding, as if to say: ‘I hear the heart, know that it hurts, realize how much is missing.’ “Words of pain and loss and a lot of longing unite together and try to describe and characterize Ronen’s special character and how much he lacks those who knew and loved him. Any such attempt will not really succeed in describing the special world we absorbed from him and we can not describe the space left behind – but not His being continues to live within us and the seal he left on us in his personality and qualities is preserved as his will.