Lautrovsky, Zohar

Sheine and Daniel’s youngest son. He was born on the night of Lag Ba’Omer, 26 May 1986, at Kibbutz Shefayim, a young brother to Mika, Yosef and Ilan, who was born at 8 PM in Meir Hospital in Kfar Saba. He was a comfortable baby: he did not cry, he played beautifully alone and used to make loud sounds and strange wheezing sounds, like the squeaking of a bird, and Zohar loved to play outside games like swings, sandboxes and water, but also He knew how to occupy himself with quiet games at home, and especially liked to play with his brother Ilan at the Galim Elementary School in Kibbutz Gaash. The class roommate, “he often twisted his face with a host of entertaining faces (which the teacher, of course, would not see), to play Funny voices, to get off under the table and catch the guys in the legs – and all this to the cheers of the friends, but continued to study in his special way and completed the elementary school with a good certificate. It was that Zahar grew up a little, but he did not stop laughing at the classmates and continued to be the focus of humor and laughter. Zohar stood out in his talent to “make happy” with such kindness that the teachers could not even be angry with him. “How can you be angry with him, he’s so charming!” One of the teachers testified. In any case, the parents were asked to come to the school for inquiries … During this period, Zohar’s great love for basketball was revealed. He turned out to be a talented and leading basketball player, and was soon raised to play with the older boys. From the age of ten until his induction into the army he played for the Hapoel Shefayim youth group, and won medals and medals with her. He did not stop playing after hours of training and beyond formal games, and until late at night he could be found in the neighborhood basketball court, playing with his friends. At the age of sixteen he tried to fulfill his dream and be accepted into Israel’s cadet team – but it was not successful because of his height. At the age of seventeen, he received great interest from the coach and manager of the Hapoel Tel Aviv basketball team, who tried to persuade him to join them. “They came and talked to him and he hesitated, but in the end, because of the height limitation that prevented him from moving forward, he decided to stay in Shfayim.” Zohar was an avid supporter of the Hapoel Tel Aviv soccer team; As an enthusiastic and active spectator he would wrap himself and wear red at every opportunity and paint one of the walls of his room in red. Zohar’s strong and strong hands were his hallmarks. He was able to use them for hard physical labor – among other things he was an outstanding and dedicated dairy farmer who became a desirable milkman – and also used them for another sport that he was exposed to thanks to his brother Joseph – mountain climbing. But aside from his athletic pursuits, Zohar has always been involved in the social and community activities of the kibbutz children’s society. He contributed his part in special projects such as fire demonstrations, summer camps for the younger class, etc. However, the crowning glory of his volunteer activities was the summer camps held by Kibbutz Shefayim for the children of Ilan, an Israeli association for children with disabilities. The picture of Zohar Baham embracing a small child at the summer camp shows his total devotion to the matter and his ability to combine his sense of humor and the joy of life that is characteristic of him in hard work that demands sensitivity and perseverance. Sheyna recalls: “The boy who was filmedZohar was in the most difficult situation. He could not walk, and Zohar would take him on his shoulders, wash his clothes, feed him and put him in bed. Sometimes he would take care of boys who were almost his age. “In the last academic year, Zohar became somewhat more moderate:” I took my hand in my hands, “he began to study seriously and completed his studies with a high school diploma. – The book as an outstanding student. ‘Outstanding?’ You’re asking. Yes, outstanding. It is not the grades that determine the success. You, Zohar, have finished school with many friends. You’re done with a smile on your face and you’re happy. You have finished with a broad heart, ready to help those who need help. Everyone who met you got to enjoy your caution. “Until the recruitment day, Zohar and Beila worked a lot with the guys:” As a young man before the army, Zohar did not go to the pubs and clubs, and in fact did not go out to spend time outside of Shfayim. All the children from his class, and the classes above and below him, would come to his Zola next to the house, or to his room at home. It has become the ‘Zohar Club’. They were sitting day and night and talking. “When he enlisted in the IDF in the November 2004 class, Zohar was appointed exactly as he wanted in the company of the 50th Battalion of the Nahal Brigade, and he easily connected with the new recruits and captivated everyone with his good heart and abundant laughter. Was to help his friends and stick to the tasks assigned to him, and his commanders also noticed the special guy, who simply could not be ignored. We called you the ‘Child of the Layers’ – trying to bite a language, get through the exhausting training day and just reach the next deployment time. But as time went by, the commanders and I learned to know the abilities and character traits so unique to you. I’ve always seen you as the clown of the guys who raise your morale, and the guys must have wrapped you at every opportunity. The love and warmth you radiated around you led to the acquisition of a very close circle of friends in the company. For those who do not know, I will tell you that you had tremendous absorption to operate things in your hands, the ability for which one of many people was chosen to help and train with the commander Sagi the class during the week of fighting in a built-up area. In the course of this week, Zohar graduated from basic training and advanced training, and as a tribute to his great contribution he was awarded a parachute training course, and he was successfully awarded the rank of veteran soldier in the battalion, and received this message with great excitement. A big party at the “Terminal” club in Ramat Menashe, Zohar knew very well that his joy at the party would be endless and it was clear to him that he would not drive to and from the party, which was one of the happiest days of his life, (2.7.2005) in a road accident that occurred at the Poleg junction To the Beilinson Hospital, where the doctors fought for his life, but they were short of the savior, and Zohar’s parents donated his organs to seven people, whose lives were saved because of him.Zahar was nineteen years old, and during the hours leading up to the funeral, “Zohar was brought to rest in the cemetery in Shfayim, where all the participants wear red ribbons in solidarity, and many of them wear red shirts, leaving his parents, sister and two brothers, My little brother! I want to tell you so much, I’m afraid I’ll forget something. I got to see you on Thursday for two minutes. You gave me a kiss and told me excitedly that you were going to a party in the north and that you would give me quality time tomorrow. For me, your whole life for me is a quality time. BezekAnd I know how to love you so much. You’re the most wonderful, kind, generous, loving, funny, and sensitive person I’ve ever come to know, and I’m not saying that just because I’m your sister – see how many people are here, you’re probably sitting above us and looking at yourself. Here ‘in the famous Zohar style. I do not understand what the fuss is about, and why you do not let a person sleep peacefully. I know that if you could, you would comfort me, try to make me laugh with some funny face or a joke … Thank you little brother. You were the best gift I received in my life, and even though your body is not with us and it is unbearable, your soul and you are imprisoned forever in my heart, in a bond of love that nothing can untangle. I love to win, big sister. “Shmulik spoke on behalf of the kibbutz members:” Who did not know Zohar? Who did not like Zohar? Zohar was everyone’s and everyone’s, and they were all for him and with great love, small and big. He is a well-known comedian, famous for his imitations, a great but good-natured playboy. From an early age, he stood out as a basketball player, the fastest and best player to know Shefayim. … Zohar loved life and life loved him. Much to go to the beach, to walk with his brothers and climb mountains. Zohar, a moving and sensitive young man … Sad and painful friends and children of Shfayim, hugging and participating in your great pain. “Zohar’s company commander spoke on behalf of the fighters and commanders of the company’s 50th Battalion:” Zohar, I still do not digest that you went home on Thursday, . “You were creative, so you wrote in the submarines that you submitted and signed down as ‘Zohar IV Lutrovsky,’ like some noble prince, you had amazing stamina – pushing and running a platoon and running a platoon.I remember you when I came to see you on a track test, I also wanted to tell everyone how close you were to the guys from home, how happy and happy you were when you became David [to Jackie nephew] and how much you admired your parents and told us several times that they were the people who influenced you the most in the world. I will remember you forever with the torn T-shirt, barefoot, with a huge smile on your face. “It’s hard to believe that the line between life and death is so thin, so fragile, so random, it’s hard to believe that those who loved life so much wanted to live it to the fullest, , Was forced to part with them in a single, merciless and uncompromising way, because Zohar was a child of here and now – not of long-term investment, his abilities and talents, which we all knew and appreciated, never stretched for the future. Then we laugh … ‘… We are saying goodbye to the Zohar that was and is being warned that it could have been, from the missed opportunity, and that it will not return, remain with space, with question marks, and with the command that we recite to our children From us to no end, and hopefully very deliberately: ‘You shall guard very souls.’ Blessed be his memory. ” On the first anniversary of his downfall, a memorial evening was held during which words were written by Zohar’s lovers. Ayala wrote: “Time passes, and it seems that he passes the pain with him, but if you look inside and try to think deeply, you discover that time only brought with him another pain, a different pain, a pinching pain, a pain of overcoming. This does not mean that the tears do not flood our eyes as in the beginning, but the heart finds it difficult to continue the daily flow process, and the brain has trouble processing the facts – That you are not, that in the picture of the guys there will be a missing part, and in the car one place is available, and these sentences are horrifying, but they are life, and with that we face each one From the days. ” Ido wrote: “… aboutThose who knew Zohar loved him. We miss you very much here. The moments when I remember Zohar are not when I’m sad. Every time I laugh, every time I play basketball, whenever I go to the beach, or just when I drink a glass of beer, I think about Zohar, and try to smile. For me to remember Zohar is not to cry and be sad, it is to emphasize in life the things that he loved. I know that’s how you want us to remember you. “Einav wrote:” All in all, a year. One year has passed since you suddenly disappeared from our lives. Like water gnawing at a stone, so the teeth of time gnaw at grief. Slowly, but steadily. In small, painful bites. It is hard to believe in the worn-out dictum that time is healing everything, but if we mobilize all of our optimism, we can compromise that time changes everything. Hubble, too. The tears are not as salty as on that terrible day, but they moisten the face just as well. The weeping does not sob, as in the moments of terrible recognition, it just sneaks in quietly. Hiding from himself. But the sense of loss, Zohar, remains as strong and firm as on that day, and sometimes even more. True, our lives continue. In the kibbutz, in the family. … But still, this is not a healthy continuity, but a desperate attempt to attract as many of the happy moments as we have, which are in fact remission of thoughts about you and what is no longer. The sources say that as long as the candle is lit, it can be corrected. But in your case the candle went out, and I wish we had the power to turn it on again, but we must have been waiting for you in the dark. Love and miss, the family. “