Moshe, Dvir

Ben Yocheved and Uzi. He was born on March 3, 1985 in Kiryat Malachi, where he was educated in a home in the Chabad neighborhood. He went to first grade in the “Netzach Yisrael” elementary school, and went on to the “Makif Amal 1” junior high school. Dvir was a smiling and joyful child. For a moment he did not rest, as if he knew that life was short and therefore should be exhausted. He was always surrounded by friends and stood in the middle of things. Was the girls’ favorite, and two of them? Linoy and Meital? He was especially loved. Dvir loved sports, and especially liked to develop his body in a gym, an area where he achieved impressive achievements. He was a model for many of the gymnasts of the municipal community center, where he practiced and stood out in his good and wide heart, says Yitzhak Yehezkel, the guide: “He had a large and impressive body, but his heart was even bigger than his body. A personality full of extreme kindness. Dvir was interested in motorcycles and ATVs, but most of all he loved going on trips with the family in his father’s big truck or with his many friends, and in his natural leadership he led them all, organized and initiated He was the main clown in the group, liked to dress up and make everyone laugh, and the classmates were always waiting for him to tell another joke or cheats. “He was not only a handsome guy, he had an even more beautiful soul. “I learned to discover that behind the tough facade lies a gentle and good soul that only waits for warmth and love. You were kind, respectful and loving, and you were always heartfelt. Dvir’s love for animals was limitless, and was mainly for birds and parrots, and he built a magnificent cage that developed and developed it, until it seemed to create a “mini safari.” Dvir appreciated Jewish heritage and the Talmud He was an exemplary son and a loving brother, and served as his mother’s right hand in the household chores, if it was necessary to paint, clean, repair, or clean the house. He would immediately take the reins into his hands and do what was necessary: ​​he was an attentive ear, a hugging and caressing hand, and a supportive shoulder, Gene family and friends. Before he joined value Dvir ATV Trip challenging. His uncle told Dawn: “As long vacation every year? Passover and Sukkot In the weather, I, Dvir and the guys would go on an ATV trip. Dvir was one of the first to lead the group, his laughter and his smile touched each and every member: “At Dvir’s funeral, you were not only a brother-in-law, a friend of soul and soul. In any problem I would help and listen with understanding. You always supported and encouraged me because you loved me. “Dvir enlisted in the IDF on October 21, 2003 and served in the regional armament unit of the Central Command. His commander, advanced sergeant Gadi Levi, says: “Dvir was always smiling and always took everything easy and loved to help and contribute.” Dvir performed every task assigned to him by his commanders in the best possible way, and the other companies knew him and loved him very much. A quiet, handsome young man, strong and strong, with a heartbreaking smile. ” “When I grow up I will be a captain,” declared Dvir in his childhood, and every year he disguised himself as a soldier for Purim. One year he disguised himself as a soldier serving in the Green Guards, another year for the navy representative, and even the uniform of an American soldier in Marines. But Dvir’s life was cut off and his dreams were not fulfilled. Dvir fell during his service on April 25, 2005,in car accident. These were the days of Passover, and Dvir, who returned from Eilat, where he visited his girlfriend who lived there, made his way back to the center of the country. On the Arava road, near the “Negro Encounter”, he collided for an unclear reason on the bus and was killed on the spot. He was twenty years old when he fell. He was laid to rest in the military section of the Kiryat Malachi cemetery. Survived by parents, two brothers and a sister. After his fall he was promoted to sergeant. Dvir’s family held a booklet in his memory that included pictures from various periods of his life, the words of family and friends. The booklet bears the title: “And wherever the Temple is built, a little bit will be Dvir.” His mother wrote: “You were the mainstay, you were a source of security … I always trusted you, if for a moment I had no fear that something could happen … You were always for everyone, The food and the objects in the touch of your hand always jump in their place, in the closet, in the refrigerator, in the pantry … Suddenly, everything is as if standing still, nothing suddenly moving. Now, I understand why you did not sit for a moment at rest, from the studies you ran home, from there to the gym, from there to friends and to society. You were friends of all kinds, you were once religious and sometimes you were not, you had a sense of humor, a love of laughter and a good time, and every occasion you were dancing. , You wanted to catch the whole world, and at the height of your happiness, as if you knew that time was short, you left us … You are with us in every corner and action, your memories, your smile, your image, and your laughter that reverberates in my ear. The magnitude of the disaster. ” His father wrote: “My son is precious, I miss you so much, to laugh, to let me go somewhere else, calm, quieter. And now a Torah scroll is written for your memory: Today you have your picture on the refrigerator: Straight, straight, smiling, I kiss you all the time when I walk and come in. You are always in my heart every second. Wherever I go and in all my actions I always remember you, your absence is so noticeable, how good it was if you were still with us. ” “We have known each other for a very short time, but in our case the time has grown as long as in the Book of Psalms,” wrote Meital, “the company blessed us with a wonderful and special love that will fill me for the rest of my life. A cruel and deadly accident has picked you up in time and you are a fresh flower that has yet to enjoy the pleasures of life. In the short time we were together, you gave me the full love. The indulgence and comfort that every girl dreams of receiving in her life. Every day that passes, my pain increases, and the hole in my heart widens more and more. I will never forget you, my beloved, and I will forever treasure you in my soul. “Aunt Nurit wrote:” Such a beautiful boy / among angels went to heaven. / To Eloki Marom came a new son today / and did not know why he was chosen to be / said goodbye forever and closed both eyes. // Dvir the Angel, We have not yet believed that you are not. / They were good and brave, and why did you go? / Your charming smile and abundance of life / Kissufim / hopes and loves of twenty years old. //? / Because this is the spring of the candles / You will be twenty years old, even in the years to come. / And in the spring everything blooms new and blooming / Around the sands bloomed the method also bloomed chrysanthemums. / And it is possible that your soul blossomed with them and your face was the face of an angel. / And wherever it will be built in the heart”One year has passed since the wound does not heal. Ever since you left, there has been a great void in my heart that refuses to be reunited. There is no day when I do not think of you and miss you. The longing burns in my heart and in my soul. I miss our laughs and our shared walks. The little quarrels we used to make up. I will not forget how you supported me and helped me during my difficult hours. How did you treat my pain? And I did not even have time to say thank you, my dear brother, my beloved. How you were happy at my wedding and stood out among all the celebrants. The joy of your life swept everyone away and illuminated everyone in a glowing light. And now the oppressiveness is taking hold of me and your thoughts are running through my head. What’s up with you up there, are you watching us? It’s so hard for me and the wound does not heal. “Sister Or wrote:” Dvir, the brother who was everything to me! ? I so miss your laughter, your noise and your shouting. I’d like you to come back to be with us and be a happy family again. Is it so painful for me that you are not here? Now, when you’re not here, the house is so quiet and different. There is a different atmosphere, not like any other house. ? I love you endlessly and miss a lot. “At the ceremony, Shaked, the younger brother, read Avraham Halfi’s poem:” First we weep after that, the weeping is extinguished, and then one thing is remembered. / We are talking about rain and what is going on / And something else, and more about something / And the ear you will not hear. Instead of the accident on the Arava road, at the 104th kilometer, Gilad was established in memory of Dvir. In memory of Dvir, the “Strong Man in the South” competition takes place every year. A Torah scroll was written in his memory and was put in a synagogue in Kiryat Malachi.