Presentation in the memory of Moris Ben David (rest in peace)

A year passed and we're back here again, at this place, to an end of a chapter of life that has been interrupted suddenly in their middle. A year passed and time is misleading us, making fun of everything, as if all happened just yesterday, and we have no control over this mirage that has been brought upon us.

Morris, dear brother, though you are not among us anymore, you will still continue to live in our hearts. The memory is stronger than death and oblivion itself, and there are moments, that even multiplying the longing for your presence, because it is still very hard to understand, that you left us prematurely just like that, without any warning or preparation.

You're gone, but your presence still exists, in our thoughts, in our memories, in all of our piercing questions, in our pain, in the moments of sadness and loneliness.
Time goes by, but our cureless longing for you and for the void that came upon us, remains present and is still the same.

You were a kind and a wise person, exemplary son and brother, a wonderful and dedicated Father that his children were and meant everything to him.

You have established a flourishing business, based upon your excellence at work, your intelligence, your talent and diligence, and your exceptional organizational skills.

You have dealt along your way, in many acts of charity, in making discreet contributions and donations. Among them were the establishing of a Synagogue and a contribution of a library and Computers for schools in the area of Or-Yehuda.

All of it happened in a silent and a discreet way of action.

You have had successes, but never acted condescending above other people. You have interacted with other people as equals.

Loved the people as they were, and had faith in them. You loved the life, even if they could not always reward you properly as you deserved.

A year passed and it is still difficult for us to deal and accept the great loss. When I imagine and see in front of my eyes, your active, smiling, alive and energetic image, the one that transmits optimism around itself – trying to organize my feelings and thoughts – I feel that it is very difficult for me to get along with words. They just loose their effect, their power and their value.

Anything I would say, will be and remain pale against the disaster of your loss and of your not being present here among us today.

It is still hard for me to say and think of you as not among the living anymore, and as from now on, to add after your name the words "in a blessed memory."

During this year, I have tried to get back to a regular normal life, to get used to the fact that you are gone and to the idea of missing you.

At the beginning, I have leaned on the imaginary thought, you went away as you were used to, for a short trip that usually has an end, with its returning day. But the trip lengthened far beyond the normal time and expectations, so you became eternally absent. I will always remember and think about you in a manner of love and respect.