Ben Miriam (Maddalena) and Chaim. He was born on 30 August 1981 at the Laniado Hospital in Netanya, the youngest son of his parents, a younger brother to Roni and Dovi, and grew up in Netanya, attended the “Hillel Tzur” elementary school and the ” Leibovitz, at the age of 13, was first exposed to religion when he was preparing for the Bar Mitzvah, and since then he used to put on tefillin in the morning and go every weekend or holiday to the Chabad synagogue for prayers. Over time he became one of the most prominent and beloved figures in the place. Parallel to his love for religion and tradition, he belonged to the Maccabi Young Movement, where he spent most of his leisure time. He received a certificate of recognition for his extensive technological and social activities. Sariel liked to work mainly in sports, basketball, and computers. His main concern was the continued operation of the branch at any given moment, to protect the young cadets and to recruit new students. It was always possible to see him walking proudly in uniform and in a tie with pins, followed by glittering lines of children adoring him. Sariel was able to integrate in his life in an amazing way secularism, tradition and love of others. All he did was to help others and then only out of consideration for himself, from helping the elderly to crossing the street or carrying their baskets, to homework help or fixing the computer. In October 2002, he was drafted into the IDF and assigned to the Armored Corps, where he stood out in his impressive achievements, both at work and in the social field, in front of the soldiers and commanders. To help his parents with household chores and regular activities On the morning of 5 June 2002, Cheriel woke up with a fever and despite his mother’s entreaties to turn to the city officer, he preferred to travel to the base, which was so characteristic of him. Every morning, as he did every morning, Cheryl boarded a bus on line 830, sat down in a place reserved for him beside his friend, put earphones on his ears and fell asleep Who was buried in a car bomb and killed 17 soldiers and civilians, including Sergeant Ariel Katz, who was laid to rest in the military cemetery in Netanya, and was survived by his parents and two brothers. In his death, Ariel lost a lot of things: the officer course he was going to undergo, a new love that began to bloom and a little nephew, Dvir, who was born about three months after his death, just two days before Sariel’s twenty-first birthday. But mostly we lost a great man, with a broad heart. “Sariel’s mother, Maddalena, writes:” I have been here for three days and still do not digest. People flock to the house in a kind of renewed pilgrimage. Everyone cries, from small children to old people. Everyone remembers you for the best. The eternal smile and the help you always offered. They all have wonderful and funny stories about your generosity and great diligence. And in such a cruel world I think to myself, Why do you deserve a righteous man when you take him? People call from abroad, find it difficult to believe, even where you have become a little Houdini, and the Chabad synagogue does not stop coming from prayers and rabbis, children and Maccabi counselors standing in line to see the room where you grew up. Everything mingles together, the crying about the great loss that nothing will cover and the laughter in the memory of the tricks you did in your childhood. What can I tell you? You were expensive to everyone. “I’ve been walking around the house for three days now and from every corner I see your smile, every Sunday on the hanger, every second folded on the chair, the disks left in the house, the hats collection, the sports supplement with the World Cup resultsMark before you left. The “Little Prince” you read at any time and only a week ago you said you would give a number of people to read Because for me you may have learned something, so you little boy, for me you were the little prince and now you are a star in the sky that looks over everyone and laughs with laughter with all the laughter you are so familiar … love you forever … and miss you, the painful family. ” His brother, writes: “Hello, my little brother, it’s been a month and you’re not here waiting for you to come back or wake up from a dream, so come and say hi. I was in the synagogue with Roni and Dad, everyone was looking for you and I was just thinking how you knew where to read and when to move … I guess I did not. It’s a pity we’ve been away for the past two years since I moved in, even your commander knows you better than I do, and we’ve known each other for almost 21 years. Many people know and love you … Everyone praises you for always helping and always smiling no matter what happens … I learned a lot about you, that I did not know before and we never talked about it, that you wanted to be like me to work and earn well, to help Mom and Dad just a few days ago. My mother said you talked about the pictures on the wall in the living room and that there was a place for you, but now there is a picture of you alone without anyone … You will always be with me and I will not forget you forever because you are my best brother PS – I hope you really see everything ( Despite my lack of faith …) and that you are in a really good place, with a basketball court and some supercomputer and do a lot of downloading to MP3 and burn them to sing. ” His mother, Maddalena, writes: “For me, you were always the little boy, and when you went to the army in the morning, I knew it was dangerous, but I did not show you what I felt inside me, I just waited for your phone to tell me you were okay. I love you, maybe I did not always tell you that enough, you were my heart, you were my youngest, your brothers always told me I spoiled you too much, we planned to go to Thailand together, but it was a dream I miss you so much, And even though I will never see you again, you will always be in my heart. ” Yigal Hayon, the director of the high school of ORT Yad Leibowitz, writes: “A pleasant, gentle, gentle, and dignified Cheriel will no longer be with us … Your character, Sariel, is a symbol of gratitude. You were the child who, when you finished your studies, came and told us, ‘I have to thank my mother, because of her I have it.’ How much support you received from your mother and father, and how much you felt a commitment to support them back.You did not care about coming home from the base in the north every day, just to be with your parents and support them. We loved to see you as a model for a well-to-do child, and we loved to meet you as an adult who came to school to visit. Your voice plays with the public with a nod of holiness. God will rest in your resting place, dear cheriel, and will gather to him, under His throne of glory, your pure soul. Veks-Schwaber-Carmi Noga, an educator from the Hillel Tzur School, writes: “Frida – in a backpack on his back came out, carried his books in the past,Ink, he gathered his life, went out and did not return. A child of a mother, an old man loves and is loved. His smile did not leave his face, his laughter rolled shy and sensitive. Between the rooms of the house, in the corners of the garden, in the corridors of traffic, opposite the eastern wall. Playing, playing, waving and cheering as if to declare: I’m here! Let us rejoice and be with me. Do not leave me! In the backpack he left in the morning, saying good-bye as always, and there was no fear in his heart. The heart of a child in an adolescent body. The same child who was a student and grew up and grew and did not forget and did not separate. His voice suddenly stopped. The smile of his eyes disappeared. Have we stopped? Is that so? You won a lot of love in your life. The return and return of love, warmth and infinite respect. An innocent soul dwells in your body, a shock-sensitive heart and once, of every experience in every situation. A well-groomed mother’s child who supported and wanted her to succeed and succeed. There was a lot of pleasure in you in your short life and a light shone on her face to the sound of the name – Cheriel. May her eyes not be extinguished and a bereaved father and brothers will be cured. The memory of the son who reached out with his life will give the strength to continue his life. You are very dear to me, my special student. You’ve never forgotten. I will continue to see your figure at the gate of the school waiting for a hug and a longing look. Your sudden departure with an enemy and an oppressor struck my soul. Rotem, of the Maccabi Young Movement, writes: “Dear Sariel, Srul, you served me as a big brother, who kept and protected me from everything. If I had trouble or trouble, you always gave me advice. On Fridays when it was boring during days of activity, we would sit outside and time passed easily. You were a dear man and always will be, with the amazing smile, and the face that will never change. Your bitter fate has taken you away from us, but always and always will remain in our hearts. I will not forget the shape of the dress, with the worn cap and shirt, which sometimes seems to have forgotten her laundry. Even if someone cursed or insulted you, you still smiled your charming smile. I will not forget the moments when you came straight from the army to the branch, and you began to flood us with orders. You were a loved and amazing person, who always fascinated us. But I do not understand and do not understand … how a cruel assailant murdered you. Out of thousands of evil and evil people in the world, he killed you, the embodiment of the good, the perfect person. Always smiling, happy and ready to help. Kinneret writes: “In the attack on Wednesday morning at the Megiddo junction, 17 people were killed, among them 13 soldiers, four of them from Netanya. Among the four soldiers I know, Shriel Katz is 21. I could not and did not want to believe. Only yesterday we met on the street where we live, Yitzhak Sadeh Street. This is the kid with the stray uniform. ‘Sariel, have you enlisted yet?’ I asked him with a surprised look. And he replied: ‘You see, do not you?’ I felt something. He had a look in his eyes, a look I would remember for a long time. He just looked at me for a long time. At the same time, there were a lot of friends around him from the same class. They shook his hand and talked to him, such laughter. The next morning, I mean, on the day of his death and when the disaster became known, I called the Hillel Tzur elementary school near his home and where he studied. The secretary Zehava Bochnik answered me and I identified myself as a writer and former student. She confirmed the bitter news of Katz’s death in the attack and was immediately drawn to exciting descriptions of the wonderful student and child he so loved to help everyone. I asked to speak with the school principal, Miriam Arbiv, who told me: “If you’re already telling about a soulful child, with devotion and depth of heart, he was a child who loved to help the family. And not to retreat, to remain in his personal environment and to fight his self, he did and succeeded in an amazing way, he was the crowning glory of his parents and graduated from eighth grade,High school students at Ort Leibowitz, but even after graduating from school, he did not stop visiting him. He used to show his high grades in high school where he was so proud. “
