,אֵ-ל מָלֵא רַחֲמִים, שׁוכֵן בַּמְּרומִים, הַמְצֵא מְנוּחָה נְכונָה
,עַל כַּנְפֵי הַשְּׁכִינָה בְּמַעֲלות קְדושִׁים, טְהורִים וְגִבּורִים
כְּזֹהַר הָרָקִיעַ מַזְהִירִים, לְנִשְׁמות חַיָּלֵי צְבָא הֲגָנָה לְיִשְׂרָאֵל
Peretz, Iris
Bat Ziona and Yekutiel Cohen. She was born in Holon on the 15th of Adar 5727 (25.2.1967). First Sister Lord Welsh. Iris’s mother chose this name because she loved the song “Irises” that was sung by Ilana Rubina. She spent her childhood in Holon, where she graduated with honors from the Sprinzak Elementary School and the Pinhas Eilon High School. A special girl with a high intellect, mature and intelligent, independent in her opinions and behavior, creative, charismatic, energetic, full of joy of life and a sense of humor. In addition to her studies, she was active in the Hashomer Hatzair movement over the years. In August 1985, Iris enlisted in the IDF, where she served in the Payments Department at Tel Hashomer, where she served for 18 years and served as the head of the department, Iris was the living spirit of the unit, very active in the social field and involved in organizing events, Purim parties, women’s day, trips and individual formative evenings that were especially important to her.Secure and cleanliness, as well as the decoration and environmental cultivation, Natan, Iris’s commander, says: “When you enter Iris’s room, “Iris was a very professional officer in her field, with a quick grasp, high learning ability, curiosity and a constant desire to learn and develop in her work.” Iris was very patient and sensitive to the people who presented them with her She always chose to see and show those around her the full half glass, optimism that was the guiding principle in her life and her work, her colleagues say that her door was always open to anyone who asked to consult with her on any subject, professional and personal alike. The agitators were able to present a broader view of the situation, presented the advantages and disadvantages, and gave the impression that it only helps decide, does not judge, or decides in their place. In addition to being a commander, she served as a friend and devoted mother to her subordinates, and despite the pressure in her work, she took care of them and their personal lives. Iris took two soldiers under her wing as a personal project, escorted them and ensured that they complete their military service in full despite the difficulties on the way. Her dedication knew no boundaries. She arranged trips for them to their parents’ homes, took care of motivational conversations, took care of them, and continued contact with them even after they were released from the IDF. Merav, Iris’s deputy and close friend, who replaces her today, says: “The friendship in the army made us friends in the heart and soul, we became a family, and it was very special. She taught me a great deal about life and the right way to look at it, from which I learned her amazing ability to look at the full glass, always be optimistic and look for the positive side in every step and decision. ” In 1989 Iris married her boyfriend, Itzik Peretz. Together they brought two flowers to the world: a daughter, a song and a son, Ran. Itzik says: “The main motif that characterized Iris was her special charisma: Whenever she went anywhere, to a social circle, her smile would buy her an entry ticket, she did not have to prove anything, she was immediately accepted. She always laughs, smiles, a tremendous willpower, a wise and sharp woman, she was perfect, impossible toPut others in iris parameters, just not fair. Her loss is a great loss to the army, the family, the children and me. She was a warm, loving, loving and loving mother. In the last four years of her life, we were very close, I took care of her all the way, I almost stopped working. Her strength was that never, as her partner, did I feel that I loved her more than she did me. That’s her big one. A glance, a smile, she did not have to talk much. I felt special, there was a certain elation that I was with someone special … Iris knew how to separate work from family. Her motto was family above all else, other things are just needs. When she was at work, she immersed herself in it. At the same time, she made sure not to bring the work home, but as part of her concern for the family, she thought of promotion. Her professional aspirations stemmed from the desire to improve the living conditions of the family and not to move up the ranks. “The family lived in Rosh Ha’ayin and Iris went to study for a bachelor’s degree in education at Bar-Ilan University on the recommendation of her direct commander. At the age of 32 Iris was diagnosed with a malignant tumor of the most violent kind, and the doctors estimated she had another year to live, and the news of the tumor landed on Iris as a thunderstorm and opened a four-year period of stubborn, painful and cruel struggle. I walk around restlessly: strong headaches They keep coming to me. I swallow headache pills but it does not make it easier for me. I walk around the house like a madwoman, restless, impatient for children and work. I work as a senior officer in the regular army and my columnist added another column … I was in the middle of my MBA studies, so I attached the headaches to the pressure I was in. When I saw that time was not working and I was still suffering, I went to the clinic … where the doctor dismissed me on two days of rest and in the words: ‘Drink a lot.’ I thought I was going crazy: pills do not help, rest does not help, not much drinking either. So what do I do? … In these words, Iris begins her diary, which began with the discovery of the disease and persisted until her death, during which Iris underwent a number of surgeries in her head, for some time it seemed that her struggle was bearing fruit. As if she had been arrested and given Iris and her family the possibility of returning to a normal life, cut off from the hospitals, it would further strengthen the family framework that Iris had built with great love and the one to which she was born, enabling her to renew her long-standing loves: painting, She took full advantage of every moment and drew life to the fullest and tried to exhaust it The disease, in 2000, began to paint with vivid hand and vivid colors, and she never had a brush in her hand, and one day Iris Lama said, “Mother, do you have colors? “I began to paint.” She did not give up and successfully completed her master’s degree, and the graduation ceremony came after a second operation, her head bandaged, and Iris, Iris’s husband, said: “We planned a trip to Vietnam and then the disease broke out. The concept of life changed, the goal changed, and from that day we began looking at the short term rather than the long term. Everything became ‘us’, the material and material things were pushed aside – we decided to enjoy life, how long it would be. In dealing with the disease, I felt that I was living with Superwoman. She completed her master’s degree, forced herself to study despite the difficulty and pain, and after a few months asked her headquarters to return to function in the unit. “When she returned to work after the discoveryIllness, and being in therapy, all she wanted was to work, all she wanted was to go on investing. However, the temporary convalescence did not last long and her illness was valid again, but this time with greater force. Iris was hospitalized again for long periods of months, confined to her bed, undergoes operations that cause her great suffering, her body breaks away from her because of paralysis and all that remains is her optimistic smile full of life and her eyes shining. During the periods in which she was admitted to the hospital, it was important for her to stay up to date on matters of work, and she asked to be shared with all the events in the section. In the hospital, too, she created a pleasant and pleasant atmosphere. There were fragrant soaps, perfumes and pictures. She always received her visitors’ smiles, and in her special way, accompanied by humor, she managed to ease the embarrassment and discomfort and to bring out her strong and smiling critics. Her friend Orit writes: “Sometimes I did not understand what she was doing at the hospital, she gave everyone the feeling that she was not sick at all.” About a year before her death, Iris writes: “I do not show anyone the pain and suffering I suffer, my hands are full of bleeding from all the injections, and my stomach was covered with blue bruises from the injections, but I did not want to hurt others. I thought to myself: What will help if I cause suffering to others? Her mother says: “In all of them, she instilled the feeling that she was coming out of it, that it was only a matter of time, Iris drew the strength from everyone and at the same time everyone drew her strength to support her. You’re confusing your brain, now it’s good. ‘ She never had a cold or cried, always had ambitions to move forward … Even during her illness, she found the strength to help those around her, and helped the girl in the hospital, helped a lot and secretly in the hospital … When she realized that time was over, she bought small gifts and gave each team Sisters on dedicated care. ” Iris writes in her diary: “This chapter is dedicated to my husband, who stood by me all the way, who made a switch in his life and dedicated himself entirely to me. He took all the household chores that I had done before the illness … The truth is that I do not see my life without him and I know that my mental strength and sense of security have been given to him. My support is important, the warm home, the embrace, the good word, the belief that it will be good, faith in name and optimism. ” Her husband says: “Despite the long treatment at Iris, I did not have a taste of bitterness, we sat for hours talking, laughing and reminiscing, it was important for her to give me the strength to continue. It’s important to note that she gave up when she wanted and not when the disease wanted to. ” On Friday, 31 January 2003, at 21:00, Iris breathed her last breath into her mother’s arms and returned her soul to the Creator. She was thirty-six years old when she died. Survived by a loving husband – Itzik, two cute children – Shir and Ran, parents, sister and brother, a wide family, friends and friends who loved her passionately. Major Iris Peretz was laid to rest in the military cemetery in Holon, and her verse reads: “Even if I walk in the valley of death, I will not fear evil because you are with me.” Iris did not want to cause pain to others. Who wrote an article about her, “As a Thunder in a Clear Day” was written about a year before her death and three years after her illness was discoveredIn the last analysis, Iris was convinced that she overcame the disease and wrote the story of her “recovery” in the hope that patients who read her story would believe that with strong will and faith it is possible to overcome the disease. One of her last requests was for her mother to continue writing her story after her death. Her story ends tragically, but it is an example of exceptional courage and spirituality that can give hope to many. I believed in the sentence: ‘When the mind is healthy – the body is healthy.’ I used to say: ‘This cancer has reached the wrong body and it will not win. “I knew that I had someone to live for: a loving, supportive, understanding and wonderful husband, I have two small children, and I have a good and supportive family and friends who will be supportive. I begged to see at least my eldest daughter, since she was an adult and I thought she would be able to cope. “As soon as she arrived for the visit, we both cried with excitement. My daughter sang a song to me that we both loved (“Heart to Heart”) and the tears did not cease to run away, and this allowed me a moment of relief from everything I had gone through so far. ” “When I was at home on sick leave, I continued to engage myself in the field of art, and I decided to write a diary describing what I had been through since I was diagnosed with the disease. “Anyone who reads my diary in the future (especially people who are or are in such a situation) will always know that it is possible to live with this difficult disease once they decide to beat it. , But the decision to be strong and to win the disease is necessary because it is important, even in a moment of crisis, not to give up, to move on, and to be optimistic, as Scarlett O’Hara said in the movie Gone with the Wind: Tomorrow Is a New Day. The company’s reference to the patient: It starts from home, family, friends, work and the other circles around the patient Always, always, always broadcast ‘business as usual’ To give power because without your power it is difficult to make a decision that must be won no matter how long it remains to live … “In the thank you note for her diary, Iris thanks the medical staff who treated her, her family and friends:” The first is my dear husband who made my life bearable. To the charming children who for three years suffered from father and mother shortages and were forced to consider a sick mother and a father who was absent because of her, to my parents and to the parents of my husband who constantly support and help my brother and sister who do not let me down. Members of the unit who come to visit and keep in touch. “Iris, the heroine, writes:” Iris the heroine, fought like a lioness, and did not give in. “She wanted and inhaled,” to overcome the disease, “and fought and struggled. “Her father, Yekutiel, writes:” My dear Iris, I have no words to describe you, “she says,” but she was defeated, and in the end she surrendered / and gave up her soul. The pain, / and I have no words to describe the sorrow. // I have no words to describe the loss, / and I have no words to describe life without you .// I have no MelBut I have no words because I had three, and I have no words because I have only two left. Iris is my big girl, the worst of all I do not have you. “Shai, Iris’s brother, writes to her: “Iris, / She has almost passed a year / speaks to you and does not answer … / .. Your character is always in front of me / I want to hug you with both hands. / .. We will always remember your sweet smile / And you can not forget the laughter. I miss you very much / And life without you is really bad for me / There is no day passing without thoughts and tears / Especially on holidays or just in the joys / .. You are not here and already everything is lost / So try to survive the days I will not get lost. I will never forget you were in the hospital and smiled Everyone / Hanukkah candles were lit together in poetry / and we prayed for a miracle that will save you from the cursed disease, but it turned out that Hans had jumped over us this time and made our lives pointless. / I was always proud of you, my sister / and I will continue to be proud of you until the day of my death … “Iris’ s friends and the group collected materials and removed the booklet” Smile – the story of the late Iris Peretz “.