- 38 years old
- Date of birth: Apr 27, 1978
- Date of passing: Sep 7, 2016
|Let the memory of Zeev be with us forever|
"The first time I saw Zeev was when the doctors brought him from the operating room, where he had been born by caesarian section.
I don’t remember what I said, but the Doctor said “good health”
He was born a blue baby, and was rushed to the incubator. The final time I saw my son he was a blue corpse. The Rabbi asked me if I speak Yiddish, I do. He said to me as he uncovered Zeev’s face “this is your son”. But that was not my son. My son was always smiling, and talking. I wanted him to say something, but only silence prevailed of course, because once you're dead, you're dead.
One thing Zeev wanted more than anything else was a family. He was divorced, but during the time he was married it was discovered he could not have children. He would have made a wonderful father. He had a huge capacity for love.
He had talents. He had a musical ear. I bought him a guitar, and paid for private lessons, and he showed promise, but being Zeev he did not continue with it. His musical ear, gave him a talent for languages. He spoke good English, Russian, and during his time in Thailand picked up Thai.
When he was 14 years old I took him to London to see my mum, as she was too old to visit Israel again, having been here four times before. Zeev went off to central London by himself to see a movie. I thought this was quite remarkable for a 14 year old boy. He coming from unsophisticated Israel to go off alone in such a sophisticated and cosmopolitan city like London. That confidence came from his mother, not from me. In the 2 weeks we were in London he managed to make friends with some kids in the area.
He was brave too, although with an element of foolishness like his mum. When he was mobilized to the army he so wanted to be in a fighting unit. But at the medical examination it was discovered he had high blood pressure. So he was sent to some hole in the desert with a load of barbarians. So he ran away. Perhaps if the army had investigated further his hypertension, things might be different, and we would not be here today. On the other hand if he had not gone to Thailand, I’m almost sure he would be alive today.
Regarding his bravery: During the short time he was allowed home from the hospital his girl friend took him to his restaurant on a motor scooter. Yes it was brave, but also foolish. But I’m sure it made no difference to the final outcome."
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