Levi, Abraham

Ben Geula and Shabtai. He was born on the eve of Shabbat, the “Shelach” affair, on 9 June 1984, at the “Bikur Cholim” Hospital in Jerusalem, where he was named after his great-grandfather Avraham, who immigrated to Israel with his family at the end of World War II From Syria through the Golan Heights, until he settled in Jerusalem, his desire: From a young age it was evident to Abby that he inherited his noble and lofty qualities, and even though he was the youngest in the family, he never took advantage of his status. “I was 14 when you were born and I will never forget this happy day. … The introduction of a new spirit, pleasant and amazing to our home and the son of old people, you have completely changed it. … Every ‘normal’ child who grew up in such an atmosphere of infinite warmth and love as you received from mother and father naturally would have grown up into a spoiled and dependent child. This is the nature of the world, but you were stronger than nature and refused to accept your natural status, the spoiled youngest son. “My father grew up in the Maalot Dafna neighborhood in Jerusalem and began his studies at the Pardes State Religious Primary School, High School “Or Torah Stone Stones white.” His special character can be learned from the words of the secretary of the school, which recalls: “My father appealed to everyone with a smile. It was no coincidence that my father passed the window of the secretariat without stopping to say hello. … Boys of middle age express themselves in different ways and can be seen in different behaviors and responses. I remember my father only in pleasant ways and with a smile. “My father’s friends and educators testify that he was an exemplary friend who would go out of his way in caring for others and respect each person who was created in the image. He always has the ability to acknowledge and appreciate good deeds, and he has the blessed talent to dispel unpleasantness and to know how to forgive, and these qualities have radiated on all his surroundings and reminders for many years after his passing. His strong and uncompromising inclination to help others was from Hiso stones A widow, who every Thursday would return from the market with full baskets, while my father was waiting for her at the bus stop in Maalot Dafna, taking her heavy baskets from her and dragging them away The father was a child of a house, a child of a family, proud of his close family, and was careful to show her beauty and light outside, tied to his parents and clinging to the mitzvah of honoring the mother and father. His ear was alert to the atmosphere at home and if necessary, he would immediately offer his help, always with all his heart and with love. “A noble and perfect soul,” his brother Kobi said. “You could not miss perfection,” she says, “and every time you arrived, it was clear that it was something different, and I was very proud to say ‘my little brother’. “My father was for me a role model for my children’s education, and I did not understand what a difficult task I took on myself, because imitating a person like my father is a very difficult task,” says Aunt Ruth. Of everyone – including everyone – knew how to connect with everyone, with the secular and religious side of the family, in the most natural way in the world, adapted himself to every human being. ” “When I reconstruct the course of my life, I find that this path is connected to you, my father, more than anyone else on earth.That day, exactly six years apart. When you arrived from the hospital, you were worried about buying a gift for your pampered sister, that God would not feel that someone had ‘taken her place.’ Of course, the tradition of gifts continued each and every year and when we celebrated our birthdays together, you never missed and came with something surprising. Even when we grew up, it was so deep that we never tried to conceal our strong emotional dependence on one another. “My father grew up in the values ​​of a genuine Jewish life and continued the tradition he was brought up with, “You were a perfect representative of the expression ‘good boy Jerusalem’.” During his adolescence, he was a member of the Bnei Akiva youth movement and a member of the movement’s branch in the Ramat Eshkol neighborhood, near his home. There were two orphaned boxes of Talcradim, and when he was about to be drafted into the army, my father underwent medical examinations A low military ropile, due to the asthma he suffered from childhood. He was recruited to the pre-military section of the induction center in Jerusalem and at the end of July 2002 he joined the IDF in recognition of the importance of his contribution to fulfilling a Jewish civic duty. During the short period that I met my father, I learned to meet a wonderful and kind person who only wanted to help at any opportunity to those who could, even if they did not really know him. Him, even if it involved giving up what was good for himself. ” My father fell during his service on the seventh day of Hanukkah, on the 7th of Tevet 5763 (7th December 2002), and it was my father, who was such a cautious driver, who passed the test of theory and practical driving test for the first time, On the same night, Mr. Avi gave in to the entreaties of his good friend Ethan, and agreed to go out on a regular Saturday night in the car of the friend who was a new driver. On the vehicle, and it veered off, and a car drove in the opposite direction, colliding with him, and his brother, Moshe (Moshiko) Mizrachi, a Golani soldier, A father and two brothers, Yaakov (Kobi) and Eliahu, and two sisters, Pnina and Rachel, left their parents in the military cemetery on Mount Herzl in Jerusalem, leaving their parents, two brothers, My father’s poetry wrote to the family: “My father was a proactive and responsible soldier, who had everything in his hand. He always volunteered to help with any task and request addressed to him. The commander of the recruiting center continued: “During the brief period in which my father served in the office he stood out in his pleasant manner, his love of others, his modesty and his breadth His heart. His integration into the recruiting center was rapid, and within a short time he became part of the family. It is always right to help, to help as much as it takes, with smile and love. … My father caught us in the storm, and in the storm he disappeared. May his memory be blessed. “Toward the third anniversary of his downfall, my father’s family issued a memorial booklet bearing the name” Our dear son, the late Avraham Levi. ” In the booklet are farewell letters, songs and notes written by family members, acquaintances, teachers and rabbis, friends and commanders, as well as words of Torah for his soul and pictures from various periods of his life. In the opening remarks, the family wrote: “This book was written, unfortunately, to the brotherWe have lost our dear Abush. The book summarizes the short life of our ‘Abush’, which has managed in so little time to touch a large number, different and a variety of people. As far as people were different and varied in his life, he always found his way and his special language to reach everyone together and for everyone personally. This ability to find a personal and special language with each person was the secret of the charm and personality of our ‘Abush.’ “The Deputy Commander of the Recruiting Center wrote in his memory:” You have reached the recruitment office, a soldier, a boy. A boy with good eyes and a shy, warm smile. A boy-boy who gave me so little time, only a few months to enjoy him and all the good he had. Still, since you’ve been with me. Accompanied by my actions, the moments of sadness and joy, the conversations with the soldiers, the interviews, the moments of silence and thoughts, the holidays and the routine of the day. … Other soldiers came after you, my father, but driving a car, the hut behind me, will always remain for me, you with an angelic face and a smile that will never pass. ” On the first anniversary of his downfall, his father eulogized him: “My pure angel chose you from heaven … You must have been pure in your heart, in your love, in your giving, in your humility, just as you say in the verse of your name that you read in every prayer. “Your mother and I, your brothers Kobi and me, your sisters Pnina and Racheli, and the whole family we have established a sanctuary in our hearts, a sanctuary with all its elements longing for you, its walls as white as our love for you. A figure that neither of us forget for a moment. ” Sister Pnina wrote: “… It is difficult to talk about a brother who was small at his age but contained all the highest qualities … Gd brought us to you as a present, a piece of jewelry for a fixed period of time, and took you back. … I know that God chose you to be close to Him and that you were received in the Heavenly Yeshiva, and I very much miss you, Abush, but know that your holy soul You’ll always be with me. ” Sister Racheli wrote: “… I would like to thank you for being blessed to be born and to live with an amazing personality like you – a personality whose essence is giving and infinite giving out of the true love of people and not in order to receive a reward – a violinist who illuminates and is not lacking” . Hannah, a relative, wrote: “The commandment of honoring a father and mother was a guiding light for you, a shameful smile did not descend from your face, a good heart, a heart that understands, feels, feels, loves life and is surrounded by friends. You have promised faithfully, faithfully, faithfully, faith without doubt, boundless faith, a heart that wants to give it all … From the silence I realize you’ve gone forever, your mind knows you will not come back, but your heart refuses to believe. ” A friend of mine wrote: “My father lives and exists and is with us, not in his body but in his image, in his spirit, in his spirit, he is with us and will accompany us for many more years, always with a wonderful smile. A friend from the army wrote: “Despite my unbearable grief, I am a happy man because I knew my father, he lit my life in a way that no one has ever done.” Even in moments of sorrow, he could throw out the word and smile that illuminated my face. Everyone knows how much he loves to help others and always do his job in the best possible way, and it’s sad that I’ve known him for so little time, and no matter where I go and what I do, I’ll always see him do the things we did together. ” In memory of my father, a Torah lesson is held every week for his soul. The Or Torah Yeshiva High School has commemorated the establishment of a library within the Beit Midrash of the yeshivaGod. My father’s classmates produced a sticker in his memory as part of the struggle against road accidents, which read “Do not be fast – you are still young.”