2023 | RememberRoey

Eulogies from the Funeral and Shloshim

Link to recording of the funeral

Yami Weiser - Roey's Father

God gave us three perfect children. Just gifts. And I'm supposed to stand here and summarize a gift I've received for 21 years in a few minutes. I can only say that I wish everyone here had a Roey. Everyone loved you. You had all those weird quirks. The jokes you always knew how to make everyone laugh. And the smile, your eternal smile that was always on your face even when it was hard.

Roey was a part of my body, another organ of my body. He was glued to me. I did everything for you. I was ready to go anywhere for you. I almost made it there. Just so you wouldn't be missing, so you wouldn't be sad. You were so smart. Yes, you had a logical, systematic view of everything. And I want to tell you that this thinking knew in the end to save 12 of his soldiers, before he fell. You lie here from there alone and all I want to do Roey is to apologize for all the times we punished you, we disappointed you. Because it doesn't deserve you. You were perfect. Just not absorbed.

Roey you were an amazing Jew. We all remember your tefillin timers and putting together minyans on the base. You really tried, you tried to be a good of a Jew as best as you can

You were my best friend. I wish I had just one more day with you to talk to you the way we used to talk, the dumbest and stupidest things we used to say to each other, Just to tell you how much I love you and how proud me and Ema are of you

You were an amazing brother, you always looked to help

Me and Ema, Shani & Nadav were going to miss you and it’s going to be really hard because you were Roey and you were so special

You fell a hero defending the country and your soldiers. You also knew in the end to put the needs of others before your needs. Along the way, you managed to save 12 of your platoon's soldiers with abnormal coolness and resourcefulness. Rest in peace, Roey. You deserve it, you are the hero of all of us and we all love you.

He gave and took, may the name of God be blessed.

Omer Reuveni - Friend and Commander

Roey I'm here and I can't believe it. I remember the first time I met you, it was on Saturday when I came to tell my friends at the preparatory school what they were going to meet and see in their combat service, to tell them a little about Golani. I remember how at the end of the conversation one of the people who remained jumped on me, my brother said to me, I am also going to be in the Golani, with great excitement and with eyes that I have never seen sparkle like that in my life, who doesn't even know what he is going for with such a smile and such certainty says I am going to be a fighter in the Golani. I remember one thing that happened when I left the prep school that Saturday that popped into my head. I wish my soldier Roey I wish I would win such a soldier in my company, because I had no doubt from that moment that this smile and this joy that were so sincere and so real, they will accompany you throughout your military service.

And so it was a month later, when you actually arrived in the army. The greatest thing that may have happened to me in my military service, that you really came to be my soldier, and that smile, that exact same smile of his. Not from your face from the traineeships, to the advanced training, to the military training course, even for positions you didn't want when you were left commander in Bislamah. How much we laughed at you for getting this position, you just prayed to the Holy One, bless him, just don't put me in Bislamah. And I was a little afraid that there might be something in this Roey, who is always smiling, who always picks everyone up, always with his shirt off. And yet all his commanders love him, no matter What. And I asked the commanders who were with you there your mm with concern. Tell me, how is Roey doing, what, is he fine, no, how are his soldiers doing in the course with him. And he told me what does Roey mean? Obviously he is the best. what a question. There was no doubt at all that you would always be the leader. You will always be the center of attention. The one who in moments that are difficult for everyone knows how to lift the morale and smile and take everyone from above.

I remember in one of our conversations about six months ago, that I found myself in a difficult moment in the army, and I find myself that my soldier, my rookie a few years ago, on the day I enlisted in the army, at the end he came and picked me up in a difficult moment and instilled in me a spirit that I did not think that people can inspire me in such moments and this is our legacy from you Roey and all the people of Israel should know this. It is your legacy that will make us win this war. Because this war will not be won by planes and tanks. We are strong in this. His enemies are in dozens and no one has a doubt. This war is a war of the spirit and of consciousness, the spirit and more of the people of Israel that you gave us in every meeting with you, in every human being who was around you. Always with a laugh and a kind word. That's what we're going forward with. The people of Israel will win this battle, with strength and greatness of mind. We will not forget you for one moment. I promise God will restore your blood. May your soul be bundled in the bundle of life.

Yami Weiser - Roeys Father at the Shloshim

Roey
34 days have passed since I heard your voice, and 30 days since we parted from you, and how much this is a reality has not been absorbed yet.
God gave me three children, each one a part of my heart and now I'm missing a third of it and only a big hole remains that hurts anew every day.
I learned a lot about you in the last month from the friends and the soldiers who were with you and commanded them, there is no one who did not talk about your heart, about the laughs you used to make, how special you were and how much you touched them and the number of calls and WhatsApps will testify to that.
It's comforting but not comforting because my longing for you is tremendous and I'm still somewhere waiting for you.

I would give anything to be able to talk to you one more time, to tell you how much I love you and that I was always proud of
everything you did.

In your covenant I mentioned chapter 23 of the Psalms-
Lord Roey I will not be lacking. Over the years it became a song we would sing on the way home from synagogue every Friday night.
A psalm to David, God, I will not fail
In the construction of this, I will smite you on whose rest I will rule
My soul shall return, let me rest in the circles of righteousness for his name's sake
Even though I walked in the valley of Zalmoth, I did not fear evil, because you are the pillar of your tribe and your support is my mercy
Stand in front of the table, against the sari, leave a cup full of oil on your head
May goodness and mercy pursue me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of God for many days

Roey, that you are sitting there in the house of God, be an advocate of honesty for all of us, especially in this difficult time, also give a good word to the doctor for the brokenhearted, that he will heal us, and give us strength to continue
and one last thing-
Our father our king will avenge before our eyes the blood of your servants spilled

Rav Assaf Weitzman - Roey's teacher

I would give anything to be able to talk to you one more time, to tell you how much I love you and that I was always proud of
everything you did.

Avi Feifer - Roeys Grandfather

How can I eulogize Roey Chaim HYD
SON BROTHER GRANDSON NEPHEW SOLDIER COMMANDER FRIEND BELOVED.
From a young age, Roey used to come with me every Friday to do shopping, all the store keepers
loved your smile and wit.
How did it happen that you grew from a young child to a teenager to an amazing adult? It happened
too fast.
From then on each and every Friday that you could, you used to burst into our house and say - Hey
Sabba, hey Savta - with such a HUGE smile that I will never forget.
How can I console you Yami. Naomi, Shani, Nadav?
How can I describe the barbaric acts of animals who murdered women, babies, and children?
AGAINST EVIL ONE CANNOT BE PLACENT. YOU WERE NOT PLACENT.
One of the reasons I made Aliya was the guilt feeling that I had from the Yom Kippur war 50 years
ago.
I always felt guilty that I did not participate in that war as I was living in America
Had I been living in Israel I would have been a soldier at the front line.
After I made Aliya and was drafted to the army we made a Kiddush before I went to Basic Training.
My Uncle who survived the horrors of the SHOA was at this Kiddush. He said he felt like a bug
that anyone can step on wherever they want. He could never imagine that someone from his family
would don a uniform and carry a gun in the state of Israel. This was one of the happiest days in his life
life.
When you ROEY entered the ARMY I felt the same pride that he felt.
And today 50 years later I no longer feel guilty. But you ROEY paid the price and not me.
Roey took some soldiers and led the charge and fought like a lion, killed a few of the enemy but
was killed doing so. ROEY you were always destined for greatness and lived your life accordingly
And in the end you died a hero.

NAOMI.YAMI.SHANI.NADAV MY BELOVEDS
Regrettably today you have entered a family that no one wants to join but is the most exclusive in
the world. The Families of the bereaved soldiers. You paid the highest price that one could imagine
for our right to this holy land.
Roey fell on Kiddush Hashem and Kiddush haaretz
We should not know of any more sorrow
G-d should wipe away the tears for all of Israel
WE should be strong for our people and our Holy land

How can one eulogize the shepherds of life, God bless his blood
Son, brother, grandson, nephew, soldier, commander, friend, lover
From a young age, Roey would come shopping with me every Friday, and everyone loved his smile
Watching him grow from a boy to a boy to a man was amazing, it happened so fast
And since then every Friday that he could he came to visit and came in with that big smile of his that I will never forget
How can we console you Naomi Yemi Shini and Nadav
How can one describe the act of animals that murdered young children and women, against evil one cannot remain silent
One of the reasons why I immigrated to Israel was the feelings of guilt I felt when I was in the United States instead of taking part
In the Yom Kippur War fifty years ago
I felt that if I was in Israel I would fight on the front. When I immigrated to Israel and enlisted in the army, my uncle made a kiddush in my honor
My uncle survived the horrors of the holocaust, he said that he felt like a cockroach, like dirt that was stepped on wherever he went. He couldn't
To dream that someone from his family will carry a weapon and wear the uniform of the Israel Defense Forces and protect the Jewish people in their country.
And when I enlisted, he said it was one of the happiest days of his life
And when Roey enlisted I felt the same pride that my uncle felt
And today, fifty years later, I no longer feel guilt
But the one who paid the price was Roey and not me, Roey charged forward, led and fought like a hero

Roey was always destined for greatness and he lived his life with high ambitions and in the end he ended his life a hero

Dear Naomi, Yami, Shani and Nadav
Unfortunately, today you joined a family that no one wants to be a part of, the bereaved family
And you paid the heaviest price that can be paid for our right to our land
Roey fell for the sanctity of the people and the land
May you know no more sorrow
And God wiped a tear over the whole earth
ֲBe strong and be strong for our people and for the cities of our God and Jehovah will do what is good in his sight

Yair Haber - Roeys Friend at the Shloshim

Thirty days

Thirty days, Who would have believed, It's already been thirty days.

I still refuse to believe, I still can't bring myself to say the words "Roey, may his memory be blessed." For some reason, you feel so alive to me, I can't digest the fact that you're not here. I can't talk about you in the past tense.

But so much has happened in these thirty days, how many times I wanted to send you a message, not some deep or important thing, but just a little good, a video of a bomb, some information about a wounded soldier, some intelligence about what's happening in the country right now. Because somehow you always knew everything, and you were always there to help anyone who needed it. So many times in the past month I needed you and you weren't there, So many messages that were sent and didn't get a response.

I try to think and digest and can't, it's not logical to think of someone who is so full of life in this way, in death. I can't understand how to understand that the restless child with the mischievous smile went to sleep and will never wake up. I continue to move on and try to get back to routine, but suddenly so much reminds me of you, every time you're there, who will organize the outing on Friday, who will order the falafel balls at the hummus, who? Last Friday we went to the spring and of course we stopped at your house, I stood and looked and still didn't understand that you are really there, it's just not conceivable! I'm just waiting for you to come back and tell us you worked on everyone, That you made the biggest prank in history and we all came out fools….

I sit and think and it still doesn't add up because it's just not logical, You were so alive and that's why it's not conceivable…

In the past month, so many thoughts have passed, between attempts to digest what happened, I was looking for comfort, and how can you even comfort yourself with the loss of a friend you've known your whole life…. The only comfort I have is the knowledge that you did not fall by chance, it was not random but it was right for you, you went out big because you were big! I heard from Rabbi Aviner that the day of a person's death is predetermined for him, but the way of his death is according to his level, and indeed you fell according to your great level, you fell heroically in the course of fighting with cursed terrorists, you fell while you were protecting your soldiers, in the course of defending the country, in the course of defending me, on us. And I continue to delve and find the real comfort in the knowledge that if you were to go back to the same situation you would do the same thing and you would risk your life and fight for the country and for what you believe in, even though you knew it could cost you your life. Because that's what you were behind the mischievous smile behind all the laughter, you were a holder of a deep set of values, a set of values that included the deep desire to belong to this great thing, to the people of Israel, to the victory of Israel. And you were also willing to pay for that desire with your life. You left, and you left us in pain, Painful but proud…

And now we, we need to get stronger, we need to learn to raise our heads, learn how to fill the hole you left us, because you left a huge piece of hole, brother! So I hope that each of us will be a little more Roey Haim, a little more alive, a little more happy, a little more helpful to my friends, a little more dedicated to the people of Israel.

Only in the building of Jerusalem will we be truly comforted, Only in the coming of redemption and the resurrection of the dead will come the complete comfort,

But until then I take comfort in the fact that the righteous in their death are called alive, and each of us carries within him a part of Roey, and our task is to keep you alive. And you, my dear brother, keep us safe from above, And don't forget from time to time to throw some sign of life.

I love you, brother, and I miss you endlessly!

Ido Refaeli - Roey's Friend

Roey...

Only now that I'm here for the first time, I'm trying to start digesting.

It's only now starting to become real for me.

I received the news about you, about your fall, only after your burial at all.

I was cut off from the outside world, busy with what we all were and still are.

A friend from high school, whom I met after we left for a more relaxed place, immediately sees me and tells me:

"Did you hear about Roey??? I didn't understand which Roey he was talking about, I was sure he was talking about Roey from another party who was injured.

But straight up he tells me Weiser Weiser.

ok, what about him?

looks at me, and in one word - fell.

I couldn't believe him. I didn't understand how you related to this. After all, we spoke just before the holiday, because I needed you to arrange something for me for an officers' course, and you said sure, but only on the first day when you see your officer, so I assumed that you were at home on the holiday and returning to the army on the first day.

When I jumped into combat, I don't know why, before I turned off the phone, I sent messages to three people - my father, Neta, and Lech. I asked if you were OK - two phones, but you didn't answer and I turned off the phone. I thought you must be busy jumping because that's who you were, always know everything first, always first.

Roey

I can't stomach the fact that you won't be with me anymore in the future.

We weren't always the closest, and sometimes we didn't see each other for a long time, but we had a different kind of chemistry, something that even now I can't explain, that no matter what, I always knew you were there and I could text you with some question, or just take a ride in the car at 2 in the morning. Anything needed, whether it's military equipment when we enlisted, or whether it's material for assignments and exams in high school, I always turned to you.

I looked at all our conversations in the last few years, and every conversation one of us always needs some little something and it was clear to me that if from anyone, then only you I turn to.

I always knew, but now it's official.

You were always the main star. In every setting we were together. If it's soccer and the team from first grade until we both got tired because we were always winning, if it's in the branch, from the first moment you led us, not always the most mature, but definitely a leader in your own way, and you always succeeded in it. If it's in high school that everyone around you and everything you need turns to you, if it's the non-stop laughter in class, and on the other hand, excellent test scores.

Wherever you were, you knew and managed to combine your joy with your maturity.

You were the guy who always knew how to make sure there was a good atmosphere, funny because you had the parts that were just yours. But also understand that there are moments and times when it is less appropriate.

The last time we met, we played basketball on the eve of the holiday, surprisingly all the guys came. Playing on a full field, and you immediately said that we are crazy and that you are out of shape. So I laughed at you and told you that the row in Gaza got you out of shape and that you are in FIFA all day. Despite the low fitness, you didn't stop running, and playing in a way that was only yours.

But that's not the point.

You proved to me that fitness is not what's important, but that you know exactly what you're doing and how you're doing it in this particular line, or in the entire military path you've chosen to do. You broadcast that for you the army is a summer camp, that everything is small for you, that there is an atmosphere in the Golani, but inside you knew exactly what and why you were here.

That morning you charged because you knew that this was what you had to do, and that there was a reason why you were there in this situation.

Whoever you are and whatever you are, you poured yourself into those minutes, and you did exactly what Roey would do in any situation. Always leading, but leading in your own way.

And no matter what, always first.

I'm sure you knew what the consequences could be, and I'm sure you didn't care at that moment, because you knew that's what you enlisted for.

Roey, I hope it is clear to you that forever you will be my hero.

At every stage I have later in life, you will have some influence on it. I'm sure.

I will teach my children about this balance that only you were able to make between joy and maturity - because this is your story.

Thank you for who you were for me, hope to be even a little bit better, for you.

Watch over me from above, Ido

Words from Friends (translated)

Dear Roey's loved ones,

If you're reading this, I probably couldn't make it to the funeral.

I don't know what to say because I don't have the words. Since we were kids, you've been the best friend anyone could ask for. I can't imagine all the things we've been through together or the things we planned for the future.

I can't believe a Facebook birthday wish could break me like this.

You're someone who knows how to support and strengthen, even in the hardest times. You're a hero of Israel, a commander of the highest order. We've all been crying for a whole day and we know you would want us to move on, but it's not easy. Watch over us from above. I hope when all this shit is over, we can give you the respect you deserve.

To the whole family, try to be strong. We're here for you with anything and we'll accompany you as long as you need us.

(Sela)

To my brother, Roey:

I've known you for so long. You were brave even at the age of 4 when you jumped over the fence to escape from kindergarten, and also at the age of 8 when you jumped out the window to be the first one to get to recess.

I've experienced my entire life with you, and there was no framework in which we weren't together. You were such a good friend and a sociable person who knew everyone and everyone knew him. You were a respected fighter and an even more respected commander. We had so many plans, and you had a bright future, and your life dreams were cut short in an instant.

I don't know if I'll ever be able to digest that I don't have you to talk to, share with, or just laugh with. I love you, and you will be missed, my dear brother. Please watch over us from above.

(Kaminsky)

Roey, my friend, I miss you.

I don't understand how I'm supposed to talk about you in the past tense. It's not logical. It can't be. You should be writing us right now about how many terrorists you've already killed and how you're going to tear them apart. How did this happen? How? You've been my friend for so many years. I can't imagine my days without you, without your messages every hour. Please, Roey, come with us one more time for hummus on Friday or for a beer on Saturday. Please, drag me to the soccer match on Saturday night or tell us stories about your problematic soldiers. Come wake me up on Saturday afternoon and get mad at me for not waking up. Please, Roey, just one more time, come drive us at a crazy speed on the way to nowhere. Just one more time, Roey, just one more time.

I'm crying for you. I can't stop crying. My heart is broken. You were and will always be a wonderful child, a supportive, helpful, and funny friend who knew how to balance any situation. How will I continue to live without your voice, without your pictures every hour of the day? I don't know.

The flights we planned, like the rest of your life, will never happen, Ro'i.

Please, Roey, don't leave us. Let us feel you even when you're up there.

It's not logical. Eight years ago, I lost my first brother, and yesterday I lost my second brother.

Roey, I love you and I will never stop loving you. You're my friend forever.

(Liav)

Roey...

Dear friend, beloved brother

How much joy you brought, every picture a smile from ear to ear. No seriousness, only joy and laughter. That's how you were, without any pretense, without trying to be someone you're not, you were simply yourself!

Life always seemed small next to you, as if no matter what came your way, you would overcome it. No matter what teacher, what exam, what job, everything would somehow work out in the end. You always knew how to get out of everything, always at the last minute, by the skin of your teeth maybe, but you always got out of trouble...

How did you not succeed this time, how?

I'm sure you fought bravely, and I'm sure you protected your soldiers

May your memory be a blessing, my dear brother

P.S. - I'm sure you're laughing at us from above, that we're all crying like little girls down here (Yair Haber)
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My dear and beloved brother!

I have so much to tell you, but you are such a special person that it is impossible to describe you in words.

Just on Friday we talked and said that when I come back from abroad we must sit and talk, do Shabbat at your place, and now I have returned and you are no longer here.

They wrote to us in the yeshiva group that your family would be happy if we wrote something, and I told myself that there is no way I am doing this. Because it is not happening. There is no way I am mourning you now because you will be back in a couple of weeks and tell us "psych, I got you" like you always used to do in yeshiva. And even now I am sure you are laughing at me from above as I write this because you know I am bad at these things.

But they told me that you deserve for me to write something, so I am trying to find the words and I am not really succeeding, so I will tell a little about our connection. I remember that when we first met you were dressed like some American but so casual, like you like, a short t-shirt and short track pants, blue Crocs that you cannot forget, and a hat that never came off your head.

When you saw me for the first time, you approached me and said, "What's up, bro, I'm Weiser," and since then we had a connection. From the first moment we connected, you, me, and Sumpo were a strong trio, there was true friendship for life, a friendship that did not judge each other, only lifted each other up, and everything was always with laughter, always with a smile like you like.

When the Corona was strong, they separated us into rooms according to classes, so I had to leave our apartment, and I remember how much we struggled to stay together! You were willing to do anything for it, and in the end they did not let us.

It seems to me that the thing that most characterizes you is willpower and perseverance. I remember myself leaving the room to smoke at four in the morning and catching you praying in Arabic, because Roey Weiser does not miss Arabic. It was just like iron with you and you stood by it every time.

When you enlisted, you left me and Sumpo alone, and we always used to say how Weizman is not here now, why did he enlist for us? You went to the officers' course, you were guided, you wanted to do something else, they told you only if you go to officers, I asked you if you would go, you told me that you are waiting to get a position and then tell them that you are not going, for a moment I did not think otherwise.

With time, our connection faded, until about 7-8 months ago. You called me at two in the morning and said, "I'm with Sumpo, we're on our way to you," and since then our connection has strengthened and we started doing video calls twice or three times a week, we agreed that we would fly to Thailand for a month, you and I after the army, but apparently this will not happen anymore because you are busy right now laughing at us from above.

My dear brother, unfortunately I did not come to your funeral because of the war, and we are all busy and suppressing this terrible disaster. When the war ends with God's help, we will all try to digest what has fallen on us and mourn you properly. But know that I will never forget you, you were my true friend, my brother in every way.

Rest in peace Keep us all from above May your memory be blessed Yoav Tal

It is hard to digest the terrible news, and the words do not come out on paper. Although I was not one of Roy's close friends, we did have a connection. I clearly remember the different times we came into contact, and they were all for the better. We always got along very well and were happy when we came into contact with each other. We talked a lot about the matriculation exams and the psychometric exam, Roy was not a nerd at all but was very smart. Because he was not a nerd, he excelled in sports, and I also have memories with him from there. Because he was smart, this also manifested itself in his success in sports and other areas of life. Roy was very funny and always raised the mood in the company he was in. Creative, witty, sociable and funny. He knew very well how to connect with his friends, and I can say that even though we were not close friends, I often felt that we had a close connection.

May his memory be blessed, Indeed, in my case, his memory is very blessed. Dan Kopiacki.

Roey

Everyone has that friend who is always there for you, whether it's to change your shoes, get a series on Telegram, or just sit down for a good conversation.

Everyone has that friend who you envy for how successful he is, both in football and in his studies, or for how much he is a beloved and valued symbol.

Everyone has that friend who always says the dumbest thing possible and makes everyone burst out laughing and happy.

Everyone has that friend who, every time you see his smile, a smile also comes up on your face and your mood immediately changes.

Everyone has that friend who is a hero of Israel who protected his friends.

And you, Roey, my best friend, you were that friend and you will always be that friend.

I love you and I will always remember you.

(Sahar)
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Once he was - naughty, funny, a comedian and noisy Another time - responsible, mature, caring and patient After that - a sports person, energetic, attention-deficit and hyperactive. And in the end - a person for whom the environment is more important than himself.

So many sides to Roey that made him such a lively boy-man-man. Thank you for protecting us, my brother, thank you that you will always continue to protect. Soussia

Roey, you were a perfect friend, making jokes and enjoying life, and accepting the problems of others at the same time. I really still can't understand what happened here, but I'm sure with closed eyes that you brought the 100%. I'm going to miss you to huge levels. That I can't even describe. Roey, I love you and I will always love you (Shmueli)

Roey

In the recent period you joined my battalion and we had the opportunity to be closer in recent times, thank God, I won!

There were difficult days in this period and how much smile and goodness you added to those days. Every time I saw you, it was a moment to draw a little peace and sanity in busy days.

I remember that I shared with you about the punishment I received, you immediately laughed, said that I was a retard and even the stupidest soldier of yours would not do such a stupid thing. So I gave you a slap and we both laughed together on the same dune. A few days ago this moment was taken for granted and now it will no longer be.

Your soldiers admired you so much and wanted to prove to you how good they are. A commander who is also a friend and most importantly professional. See how much your soldiers trusted you and followed you.

Roey, I took so much from you and I was lucky to have a friend like you! We will continue to come and visit and see that everything is okay here. We will not forget you! This will be the happiest place in the entire cemetery.

Love and miss you a lot, Tzur

Roey

I don't have a single memory of you that didn't end with laughter, and always in a good way (or without your iconic hat). I have a lot of memories of you and each one brings me a laugh and a smile. Between your ability to make people laugh, you had a heart of gold and there was never a time you didn't try to help someone in need.

We got to talk and text a lot about music, laughter in quantities, studies (sending each other answers to every exam and paper in an obviously unclear writing), army and just balcony conversations, and I will never forget our conversations and laughs. Everyone who met you and knew you, was lucky to have you be a part of their lives.

I have no doubt that you gave your hundred and twenty percent and led your soldiers in the best way possible until the end. It is impossible to digest that we won't see or hear you anymore and I have tears every time I think about it and there is no doubt that you will be missed like crazy, but you will never be forgotten and you will always be part of us, we will all come here and laugh with you like you would want.

Keep us safe, Weiser, I love you and miss you like crazy.

Yedidya (Dudi)

Roey, my dear and beloved Roey.

My head refuses to believe, and my heart tries not to break, because we have to keep going.

I remember you from first grade, smiling, with a big heart and a wide place in your heart for nonsense.

In addition to our studies, we also volunteered together at the fire station, a volunteer activity that you took seriously, that we were in together, jumping to events, being at the station sometimes even a little more than at school.

The moment I heard about your fall, the memories and experiences together immediately came up to me, and especially a memory that was repeated every year at the parents' meeting, as we were both entering one after the other according to the order of family names Weiser and Tohar.

And so every year anew we would wait together outside the classroom and try to soften the parents a little before they heard about the nonsense we did.

It's interesting that this memory came to my mind at that moment, perhaps from an internal thought about the grieving family to whom I send sincere condolences and a prayer to God that they will not know more sorrow.

Love, and not digesting.

Binyamin Tohar
*

Roey,

I don't know how to digest this news.

How can we say goodbye like this?

I look at the picture and can't believe that just a week ago we played basketball on Saturday night, how when I arrived at the base and saw you we didn't stop laughing and joking around, and there were many times like that. You of course laughed at the fact that I'm young and took a picture of me standing in the "ch" of basic training. And every moment like that with you, when you stand with your soldiers who loved you so much and I stand in the "ch" and what goes through my head is wow, he's just a champion.

How will we be able to continue without your laughter, even when the situation is the most difficult.

I want to say thank you, my dear brother, for protecting us and being there as a hero in the difficult moments.

Keep us safe from above in this difficult time and give us the strength to continue.

I already miss you, my dear brother!

And that when everything ends with the help of God, we will all come back here and give you the respect you deserve!

Love, Amiti

Roey,

There really is no way to summarize a lifetime in a few words.

I wasn't the closest to you, but I always knew that you were a good person who gave of yourself and always found a way to get good grades and performances. You always loved to wear your iconic baseball cap.

You really are a true legend.

Always thinking positively, giving everything.

It hurts me that you're not here anymore. That you're not part of us!

You will always be in the hearts of all of us.

Please keep us safe from above.
*

Roey,

Your smile is not erased from my head. I imagine you laughing out loud and it brings up longing.

I would mostly meet you at the synagogue. The conversations with you always brought a smile and optimism to my face. Somehow, you were always happy and made everyone happy. I can't digest the bad news. My heart is broken. I love you, my brother. May God avenge your blood.

Regev

Roey, my dear brother,

It's hard to digest and hard to grasp that you are no longer with us. Just a week ago we were both at home, we met and talked in such a normal and normal way. Who thought that within a week everything would change.

I wanted to write you something here that I never had time to tell you, and that's thanks.

I will never forget when I was drafted to the Navy and I had a hard time in basic training. How much you helped me, you talked to me, encouraged me. I will not forget your concern. Every time I came to you and saw your huge smile, your positivity, how much it did my heart good.

I don't digest the meaning of this that you are not with us, and I don't think I will ever be able to digest it.

Rest in peace, my dear brother. You fell a hero's death in defense of the land and the homeland.

I love you and I already miss you.

Tal Hagi
*

Roey, my friend, my brother,

When I heard what happened at Erez Crossing (your post), my logic told me that I would never see you again. But my heart told me that there was no chance anything would happen to you. I was sure you would come out of there with your gun and say, "That's it, I killed them all."

Roy, I'm about to go in there soon. The only thing that's keeping me going is you.

You're the one who tells me, "Come on, Dov, kill them and come say hello to me."

You're the one who tells me that it's either them or us.

I love you, my dear friend. I hope you're keeping us safe from above.

Duchan
*

Weiser, Our man,

We can't believe we have to write this.

Where is the child with a smile on his face when we find out he managed to steal the waffles from the counselors' room? Where is the child who wasn't willing to take anything for granted and pushed us to be better?

Where is the teenager that when we needed to laugh we would come to him - because that's how he always brings a smile to our faces. Where is the man who fought, who progressed and reached the highest he could - because that's him, happy and excelling.

Dear Roy, our hearts are broken, it's hard to imagine this, there are still so many things to talk about and laugh about together.

Thank you for what you taught us and left us. We miss you.

Love,

Eli and Eyal
*

Dear Roey,

The hat, the smile, the tricks before the exams, the Crocs shoes. The sprints down the court at lightning speed. The constant updates, the firm speech. Another argument that you can't argue with, just drink your messages in the thirst of a hot desert.

Your place is among the angels of the angels, what a disaster.

May everyone know and never forget the angel with the hat and the smile, we promise you Roey, rest in peace.

(Uri Leon)
*

I'm writing to you and I can't understand that this is the reality now, I know you're reading this from above, I miss you and I can't stop crying.

If you were here you would tell me to smile because that's what you always cared about. Even if I was just a little bit sad, you wouldn't leave me until I smiled. Every time we met, we talked, your smile just lit everything up and made me smile, even in our phone calls I could hear your smile because that's just you. They chose a good picture of you with a huge smile and a thumbs up, you always sent me pictures like that.

The last time we met, a little over a week ago, we went to the sea, one of your favorite places. It was so relaxing and fun, the time was ours, we ate shawarma afterwards, I don't know if you remember, but before I met you, I had never eaten it, and thanks to you I've been eating it ever since.

All the way back we sang together and the song "Will you give me an ending?" You knew every word by heart and talked about how it's known that there is a very beautiful prayer at Kol Nidre in the hesder and that you've never done Kol Nidre there and that you're sure you're going next year, next year you'll get to see the prayer from above.

When you dropped me off at home, you gave me an extra long hug and said, "I'm not leaving you." Suddenly, it takes on a different meaning, and now I just want you to be here and hug you tight, even if it's selfish because you went away from here a hero that no one will forget.

I'm so happy that I got to know you and that I got to be a part of your life.

You're amazing, always taking care of everyone, doing much more than is expected of you, your values, your conquering laughter, and raising morale.

I learned so much from you, from who you were.

Even I remember that before we got to know each other so well, you helped me study for my matriculation exams, just because you're you and you just wanted to help. Every time I asked you when you're getting up tomorrow so I wouldn't bother you to sleep, you said that you'll only tell me at the end of the conversation so we can talk as much as possible, even if it was nonsense I said, you always listened and always treated it as if it was something so important. Even after we broke up, everyone said, "There's no way you can break up and stay in such a good relationship," but as you said, our relationship is crazy, and it doesn't matter to us because it's just ours. You're first and foremost my best friend, and then a million other things.

I'm just proud of you and I love you so much and I hope so much that you didn't suffer.

(Moriya)

Roey, it's hard for me to talk about you in the past tense. What a good person you were, we weren't always that close but you always had a good spirit, innocent and pleasant that you brought with you. That's what I remember about you, what a good man you were, just a good soul. I have tears in my eyes as I write this message, it's hard to digest that you fell in battle. Keep us safe from above, beloved man. I hope you're in a better place.

(Eli'av Yakir)

Roey❤️

I can't believe I have to summarize you in words, I had the privilege of getting to know you and talking to you for hours.

I remember the first time we went out, I had the best night in the world! We went to the beach, sat, walked, and talked for hours, everything felt just perfect. You were the most interested in me in the world and everything I said you would laugh even though I know it didn't make you laugh :) For a few weeks, every night and morning I was lucky enough to get a message from you saying good morning🫶 how are you feeling? Or good night I love you! You were the most supportive person there is, I would turn to you for all my consultations and you would tell me to only do what's best for me. You didn't care about anything, the main thing was to sit and talk, I remember the first time we went out at night I didn't know what to wear and I consulted with you, and you told me Lily I don't care so much, you can come in your pajamas. I remember that during this period I was most excited for the evening, to call you FaceTimes and talk to you for hours on the phone, gossip with you about everyone, and get to know the good person you are. I remember that you would go to bed at odd hours in order to be there for your soldiers, you cared so much about everything and everyone, you put yourself in the last place and everyone before you, you gave everything for everyone.

You were and always will be the best commander there is!

Love you Roey❤️

(Lily)

Roey was a central figure in every social group he was in. I remember how he would always send us messages in the tribe's group to come to the meeting on Saturday night.

On the Friday before he fell, he sent a message about a tribe member who was getting married soon. Five messages later, we were informed of his fall.

Whenever I met Roey, I felt that he was happy to see me. That he didn't mind that we hadn't spoken for many months. He was always interested in how I was doing and what was going on in my life.

May his soul be bound up in the bond of life.

(Moshe Gold)