Son of Ora and Rami. Born in Ashdod, on 14 September 1988. Brother to Mirit, Shaked and Reut, a charming, disciplined, good and clever child, and much older than his age Yakir was educated at Maccabim Elementary School in Gan Yavneh, After graduating from the Ankori High School in Ashdod, he studied well and achieved achievements, and as a child he participated in judo and karate classes, was a member of the Ashdod Sports Club, and when he grew up he practiced at the gym, Yakir was the symbol of laughter and freedom, a warm, open, warm and pleasant man, a handsome lad, charismatic, self-assured and a natural leader who was swept by others. Yakir was always at the center of things, pushed and moved, could “move mountains” if he wanted to, and knew how to get out of complex situations. He was very organized, loved order, cleanliness and aesthetics, loved music and dreamed of being a DJ, he played guitar and electric guitars, bought his own equipment for amplification Professional, and penetrated the sounds at extremely powerful levels. From a young age, Yakir worked in his father’s business – electricity for industry and construction. He became very curious and learned the profession quickly, until he became a real expert on electricity. He had a high work ethic and was devoted to work. Thanks to the knowledge he acquired, Yakir was a full partner in the maintenance of the house and knew how to correct problems with skill and speed. Yakir loved his family, greatly appreciated the parents and those who did for him, and shared the family experiences. He was attached to his mother tightly, his father was the object of his pride and role model, and his sisters took care of them jealously. In his home, Yakir absorbed values of the Jewish tradition, and never missed the Kiddush on the eve of Shabbat. There was great respect for his grandparents, and he used to visit them every day. On Fridays he would enjoy the special dishes that Granny prepared, and with his grandfather he would go to the synagogue. When his father was abroad for his business, Yakir took over the reins and served as head of the family. Motorcycles and motor sports were his great love for Yakir. The money he devoted to buying and maintaining a motorcycle, and invested in all the protective accessories and clothing suitable. His parents were very afraid of this hobby, but the attraction to the world revealed to him was stronger than he was. At sixteen, Yakir began to study driving, and at the age of seventeen he already had a license. He got his sister’s car, but it did not satisfy him. He learned to drive a heavy motorcycle and purchased a “ccrosscmoto” space motorcycle. His worried father confiscated the motorcycle and locked it in a warehouse, and as compensation, he surprised Yakir with a tractor he had bought as a gift. Yakir got a tractor license, enjoyed the field trips with the ATV, but his Lev went out to the motorcycle. Yakir loved the good life, loved to see and be seen. He dressed in the best of fashion, meticulous in details, carefully groomed his hair and stubble, and before going out to the club this week he scrubbed and polished his car to make an impression on the girls-and they did. But in spite of his tough appearance, inside, he was a delicate, sensitive and sensitive loved one. “She was really Yaffa / I wanted to love her / She was really Yaffa / I can not forget her / She was too Yaffa / The wind swept her / She ran away from the city / And the wind told me / She is too Yaffa / And, I know you / I’ll love you all my life / And you can never / But she went / … / Today it’s fall / island”She was really Yaffa / I did not dare love her / She was so Yaffa / I can not forget her …” Yakir enlisted in the army On 11 March 2007, and like all his friends he went to Golani. He served in the brigade for about five months, then moved to the Medical Corps and served at the Bahad 10 as a driver, who was loved by the soldiers at the base and with his commander Shai Shriki, the base commander, who forged rare rapport and trust. Organized, organized, punctual and professional. “Yakir continued to help with the family business, and he had acquired a great deal of knowledge in electrification, acquired the desire to study the field professionally, and began to study electrical and electronic engineering at the College of Management in Ashdod. Did not even die during his army service, and his beloved big motorcycle broke down, and his father refused to finance the repair, and Yakir was repaired for a sale. His father, who was absent from the country at that time, forbade the owner of the garage to hand over the motorcycle to Yakir after it had been repaired, but Yakir On January 6, 2008, Yakir took the bike for a ride in the fields of the moshav wearing the biker’s uniform, except for a helmet, during which Yakir flew from the motorcycle, received a severe blow to the head and was hospitalized in serious condition. He fought for his life on February 14, 2008, on the “Family Day”, died of his wounds and he is nineteen and a half years old. Yakir, who followed his great love, paid for his life and was laid to rest in the military section of the cemetery in Gan Yavneh. Survived by parents and three sisters. On his tombstone were engraved the words: “A hero of the world a child with a smile of angels / Na’avach and Natsur your memory forever”. Lieutenant Colonel Shai Shriki, his commander, said to him: “Dear Yakir, Dear soldier and beloved friend, I stand here in front of you and I do not believe … You were a beloved officer and a man and a friend … I consulted with you and received your opinion – You wanted to spread a wing and take off a bird … You wanted to succeed in life and to devour the world … I trusted you, trusted you, and believed in your abilities … I love you, I will remember you. “Dear, handsome lad, macho, in your short life you have provided a great deal, what others of your age are just beginning … You loved life, wherever you were present was always Simcha, like a candle, and the candle went out …” It is difficult to part, the Lev of us all refuses to believe, it is convenient for you to rest in peace, for your soul will be in the bundle of life. ” At the end of the days of the shiva, he eulogized his beloved mother: “My dear, my dear father, the darling of your beloved sisters … You did not say, you did not tell, you took everything with you, You were a special child – my precious son, Simcha and loving, loving life, enjoying every moment, every trick you did, you were the light in the house, and now the light went out … Were you like an angel, handsome, noble, whole and? We are left to visit you in the silence that remains, and to remember you always as you were – handsome, strong, strong, funny and Simcha … My baby bird – with all the dreams you had, and for us they were shattered. Rest of Heaven … “Thirty days Fall, burying dear Mirit, his elder sister: “My little brother, today we mark thirty days Lhstlkotc prematurely. And I feel like it all happened yesterday, and there will soon come home again sit in your room, talk and laugh about it all. … forYou live and you are with me everywhere. You left me a hole that will never be filled. I want you to know that you will always be with me, in my Lev, and I will never forget you. “I love you, my dear brother, my Yaffa angel.” Many of his letters were written in memory of Yakir and expressed his love for him and the shock of his passing: “Dear sister, it’s hard to write about you in the past tense! How can you ever be here with me-now, every minute, every second! You were so glamorous, flowering, enjoying life. … I love you. Take care of us from above, my angel! “Wrote Ya’ir Ya’akov.” You remember that you were always spoken to me in silence and honesty. Always with laughter and joy. Imagining you far away in fields of freedom, between the flowers and greenery you so loved, dominant and strong, hanging around with the aura that always accompanied you and accompany you. Hear your voice, predict with a smile and your beauty and whisper to you – come back please! … You remain forever – song, melody, emotion. Memories of Yaffa moments. A handsome and sensitive young man, less than twenty years old, without sin, and with lots of love for the world. In my Lev – forever young! I love you and I miss you already. “Michal Hadad wrote:” A dear, a bright child / a broad Lev / a good Lev / always a help / a request / a smile … / Good morning! A child born to love. “My dear cousin, Shachar, said goodbye:” I’ll miss you. My Lev will always be for you, my soul will always be alive and breathing! “Hadar Gal wrote:” I write to you and it seems to me that I wrote in your Bar Mitzvah book yesterday … I write to you and my thoughts run. I have memories and are flooded again and again. How in front of everyone’s eyes you have turned from boy to boy and shake to man, salt of the earth. … Dear, now you are a soul. Take care of us and remember that you will always stay with us in your Lev. We will always remember Yakir the Yaffa, the wise, the funny, the Simcha, the dear. “At the memorial ceremony marking the first anniversary of his fall, Uncle Reuven spoke:” A birthday is celebrated for those who grew up a year. A birthday is celebrated for those who have a soul. Birthday Celebrate with cake and balloons and welcome everyone ‘Congratulations and longevity’. We wanted to celebrate your birthday this year, but what to do with your life in a chilling accident. … The date of your birth brought light and joy to the family and to the parents, but the date on which we were taken from us broke us all into pieces. So instead of good luck and longevity, ask us for mercy. “Danielle Ahrak wrote:” So fast! How long have you been able to live? flower? grow? Time really seemed short – only nineteen and a half years. But you did a lot. Yes – you did what a normal person dreams of doing and what a normal person does not have the courage! As they say, live only once. As if you knew in advance what was going to happen, because you knew how to use your life properly. “I will remember you forever.” Grandfather David and Grandma Simcha wrote: “Yakir, miss, do not calm down, hard, very hard. Could not we see you again? … want to hug you, to breathe you, to kiss you, to wrap you in the heat. Thanks for nineteen and a half Yaffa and Simcha years. “Dear dear, I have a hard time in the past, but what I say in my Lev,” wrote Uncle Gadi Goldstein, “is comfortable in peace with your beloved grandson, and your soul will be in the bundle of life.” The pen is heavy, the tears choking my throat. … Now you are in a world that is all good, hard for me to think. You are no longer close, but a young Lantzer will remain. I will not forget the wide smile that envelops you all the time. Keep us all upward because you are now in the world of the righteous who wrap and embrace you. “I love you and miss you.” Aunt Rachel-Efrat Asaf-Cohen wrote: “My beloved nephew … I choose to remember, especially Ziv, your Yaffa face, the halo and the bravery in which you would enter the house, the room … Without you, without the smile that would melt everyone without knowing you. Goodbye my beloved nephew”You were a very special, mature, intelligent and charming child. I have always had a corner in your Lev for you, I have always been there to listen to you and of course advise you, and now, I have been privileged to be here for you. … The corner I had for you will remain with a sea of memories, memories of our childhood. “I love you the most in the world and forever love.” Aunt Ophira Goldstein wrote: “… in the years you grew up and became a handsome young man, I did not get to meet you much … Now that I’m dead I hear many stories about you and think to myself: In fact, you were completely different from what you really were, in fact you were a gentle, noble and spiritual child. “I pray that the angels of heaven will belong to a world that is all good and that you will be safe in your sleep.” Uncle Shimon Aharak, who prepared Yakir for Torah aliyah when he arrived at the Bar Mitzvah: “… dear, my dear student! The apple of my eye! I will never forget the moments of happiness you gave me when I was privileged to teach you … In a short time you proved how talented you were, and that was how you witnessed your tragic death. Darling, it’s hard to talk about you in the past tense. I take comfort in the fact that you remain righteous even in your death! And the righteous in their deaths are called life. For me, you are alive and well. “Sister Shaked wrote:” You loved life so much, you had a joy of life. … Everywhere you came you would always know you were there! … Always when I needed you to protect me You were there … Who will look after me now? Who will protect? … Dear, you are always with me in your Lev and will be your whole life. … Perhaps because even when you were alive you were an angel for all, God wanted you with him up among all the angels in heaven, ‘because when the angels cry in another world, then in this world we are more sad …’. “Yakir’s friend created a video clip of Yakir from his jeep trips, accompanied by Kobi Aflalo’s song” The Sea of Mercy, “which Yakir loved, appears at http://www.jeeptrip.com. com / page.aspx = span = Forums & group = 1 & item = 868730 Yakir’s parents commemorated his memory by writing a Torah scroll in his honor, and donated holy books to the synagogue for the benefit of the public
