Ben-Shitrit, Avraham (Avi)

Ben Yvonne and Nissim. He was born on the 27th of Tammuz 5727 (27.7.1967) in Be’er Sheva. Avi began his studies at the Ye’elim High School in Be’er Sheva, continued at the Makif D high school and completed his studies in the framework of external studies. In mid-November 1985, my father enlisted in the IDF, and after completing basic training he served for a while in the battalion, was sent to an officer’s course and was trained as a communications equipment officer. When he was in the career army, my father was admitted to Tel Aviv University for his studies in foreign studies, and he studied interior design and architecture, as well as graphic design on the Macintosh. He received a series of treatments, and between treatments he returned to his unit and continued on For three years, Avi fought with extraordinary optimism, and was supposed to continue his career until mid-November 1994, but the illness overwhelmed him on 17 May 1994 at the age of twenty My father was brought to rest in the military cemetery in Be’er Sheva, where he left behind his parents and four sisters – Yaffa, Smadar, Tali and Moran – after his death, my father was promoted to the rank of major. … contributed to others from his experience and professionalism, and gave pleasure to those around him and those who were with him. “My father was characterized by his peace of mind, his modesty, and his being admired and worthy of being emulated.” His sister, Tali, expressed her strong longing for my father: “And all the blood is filled with longing / and all the intestines are filled with longing / And all the cars are honking Longings / And all the cats are crying Longing / And all the footsteps are pounding Longings / And all the newspapers are rustling Longings / And all the phones are ringing Longings / And all the pages are electrocuted Longings / Shrieks of longing / and all the leaves tremble longing / and all the Songs longing for longing / And all the windows blacken longing / And every breath inhales longing / And every breath breathes longing / And every soul yells longing / And every corner gathers nostalgia / And all the wind snaps longing / And she has no moment of rest / He will never return, not even for a second, to hear how much he is missing. / In his bed is open like a hole, the empty place. “