Son of Mazal and Chaim. Shlomo was born on July 10, 1943. In the city of Alexandria, Egypt, he was the eldest son of his parents, brother of Shaul, Moshe, Aliza, Ezra and Yossi, who immigrated to Israel in 1946 and settled in Rishon LeZion, After graduating from elementary school, he went to study at the agricultural farm in Beit Dagan, where he acquired knowledge in all fields, and joined the IDF military service in 1961. From there he went on to several units, one of which went on a mission to Italy. When Shlomo was twenty-one, during his regular service, his father died. Since then, as a firstborn, he has been very supportive of his mother and younger brothers who have remained orphaned. After the end of his regular service, Shlomo was offered to continue to serve as part of a permanent army in the Maintenance Corps (now Logistics). He accepted the offer and in the following years was sent to courses he passed with great honors, faithfully served his country and his country and always did his duty. Shlomo married Ruth. The couple lived in Ness Ziona with their three children – Haim, Gil and Lior. Shlomo was a loving man, kind and acceptable, and everyone always loved being in the middle. In 1985, while he was training his soldiers on the parade ground, Shlomo collapsed due to illness. He was hospitalized and later released from the IDF, and a senior sergeant died of complications in his illness on 18 August 2002. Fifty-nine years old on his death. He was laid to rest in the cemetery in Nes Tziona. Survived by a wife, three sons, four brothers and a sister. On the 30th anniversary of his death, his wife, Ruth, wrote: “My Shlomi, I wanted to tell you a lot of things, but more than anything, I wanted to say thank you, thank you for thirty – seven years, for all the days, the hours and the moments. Thank you for your endless listening, thank you for the smile and for the light that you were for me, for the feeling that no matter how hard, how painful, how frightening, with you it all seems simple and hopeful: all your ways, whether color is permanent, whether you were released, Everywhere you came, in your family and in your friends, you brought love and your smile, which always caused pain, because it always comes from the Lev, it’s hard without you, we will miss your sense of humor. I will continue to live with our children, the brides, the granddaughter and strong support from the family, and your memory will never be forgotten. ” On the first anniversary of Shlomo’s death, his son, Lior, wrote: “Dad, you left me twenty-one years old after we had gone through difficult years together … I was only with you, I want to live / I felt that I could change my life. A little doctor’s mistake made me a hole in my Lev for the rest of my life I devoted my life and my Lev only to you / To make you feel good about yourself / But I remember now in the last moments / In the hospital, I experienced every moment of pain that went through your body / and I wanted the disease to pass to me and your pain would go away from you. / But it is known that it is not so in life / and I saw how you slowly fade from within / I felt that these are your last days / Even though I believed in miracles and every day I prayed to God, I will cherish your last days in my Lev / How did you close your eyes / Your last breath I felt / And I held your hand close to my Lev And I did not believe it happened to me. I see you every day in my room, you know that you are all my world / and there is nothing in the world that will make you forget me. At the memorial service on the second anniversary of Shlomo’s death, his son told him about the family’s success in their lives and added, “Dad, this year we passed your family: mother, me, Gil and Lior.So great that as much as we wanted to be shared with them, if only you could come and visit one more time. I hope you’re up there looking and you’re part of our successes here down there … We’ve got a father up there who cares and steers, “he wrote to his father.” Dad, it’s been ten years and a little. I miss you very much and sometimes he remembers and cries. I look at the grandparents who take the grandchildren to walk around the mall, take them from the kindergarten, wait for the grandchildren near the school gate, see the joy of the children and the joy of my grandfather and the warm and loving embrace – I envy the children. I always ask, why? Why did not my father enjoy being a grandfather, embracing his grandchildren, enjoying them. I wish you could have lived for a few more years … Dad! Remember, love and miss you very much. You have left a dear family that will never forget you. Reminiscing together and watching your pictures and remembering, and then wiping your tears “
