Bat Miriam and Gil. She was born on 20 November 1984 in Afula, a young sister to Ronen and Deganit. Adi grew up and was educated in Afula. She attended the “Beit Ze’ev” elementary school from the first grade through the sixth grade, and later moved to the “Oren” junior high school, where she studied in grades 7 through 9. In the 10th grade, she studied at the Ben-Gurion Educational Campus and, at the 11th grade, chose to move to the Aloni Yitzhak boarding school near Binyamina, where she completed a high school diploma with five units in biology and music. Herself: “My main hobby is poetry, and in the framework of matriculation in music, I did two practical units that included poetry.” Adi was gifted with wisdom, sensitivity and love of man, music, poetry and books were her great loves. Her character, her sensitivity and her expectations of life: “My favorite song … ‘Give’; Two things I have not tried yet and I want to do … A trip around the world, record my own disc; I have three expectations of myself … to be with a little more self-confidence, to be more open, to succeed in school and life; Things that make me stress … tests, new society, news; Three features are prominent in me … easily hurt (but do not always show it), love to laugh, love to help others; If I were on a desert island, two things I would take with me … friend or girlfriend, radio; Three expectations from my classmates … to accept me as I am, not to be judged by the first impression, to treat each other with respect; A miracle pill that I was willing to buy for me for a million dollars … that I would not press stupid situations; A statement that I believe in … live life and let live. “On August 21, 2003, Adi enlisted in the IDF and after two weeks of basic training at the Zikim training base, she was assigned to the” Shaham “(compulsory police service). At the police station in Beit Shean as a patrol policewoman, was proud of the blue media and was motivated to advance with the police, and she performed her responsibility with great devotion and dedication on March 22, 2004. She was laid to rest in the military cemetery in Afula, leaving behind her parents, brother, sister, and deep space in the heart of her family and those around her. “When you look around, you’ll see an unpleasant sight. Many people hurt and are hurt by both beatings and words. If they only try to prevent a war, there will be a warm and pleasant atmosphere here, but they are in their own hands, Destroy and every sprout of love trample religious and secular, leftists and rightists Sabras and immigrants and Jews and Arabs each other detest how long will peace be delayed? How long will they fire each other? If only we believe that peace exists, no one will be threatened War, terrorism and terror attacks will disappear as if they did not exist But very few people are abusing the peace process Destroying nothing from the country will not remain if peace continues After no one will be afraid if we succeed unite “On the anniversary of her death, Her father eulogized her, Gil: “My beloved child’s witness, almost a year has passed since she left us. Time did not cure the bleeding wound, on the contrary: the pain was unbearable. Every day is harder than the other. The lion’s share of us died with you. Adi, our lives have always been around you, and even today, thoughts and longing are with us all the time, but you are no longer. We lack the gentleness, your eternal and optimistic smile, missing the music that is always heard from your room. Today we are very sad. In the past year we have allowed ourselves to pry through your work and the writings that we were not allowed to read in your life, Confirming what we already knew – talent, sensitivity, innocence and sincerity and expectations for a clean and just world. Adi, now it’s my turn to ask you ‘sorry.’ I am sorry to have taught you to tell only the truth and to believe in people who want only your own good and your safety. Adi, again sorry that we were so innocent to think and believe that they will continue to guard you as we did until the day of your induction, for we were sure that the main war was to protect our children – and did not succeed. And now, everyone here is sharing your memory and mourning the lost youth, talent and heat. We’ll stay with the longing, the moment that froze and stopped us from life, but ‘the melody of your life will play in our hearts forever.’ “Riki, Adi’s aunt, eulogized her:” Adi, a child of books, introverted, smart. She was a witness until she grew up. Gradually, Adi was revealed in all its depth and greatness. Slowly the flower went and opened, and all at once it was cut off. And we did not. We have not been able to delve into her opinions, ideas and beliefs in a straight and just world. The modesty, the concealment, hid her rich world, which suddenly began to sprout, but did not manage to leave its mark. What a loss, what a pain, the shock causes instability and cracks even in the strongest rock, the family. Adi, a child of a family, the unifying material. The rock will remain strong for you, as you would like, through your innocent eyes. A year has passed, the pain is strong, which would no longer be. Only you will always be in our hearts. “On the first anniversary of her death, Rivi Margalit, Adi’s educator, spoke:” Adi, I’ve been writing to you for a year now, going to sleep with your character. For a year now every second word: army, curls, gentleness, morality, way of life – reminds me of you. It had been a year, and it was as if everything was back to normal, but it was just like. For: Innocence was – is no longer; A joy that accompanied students who received a draft order – became a concern; It is no longer clear that in a while everyone will come to visit, and the song ‘Chicken Chick’, which is often sung in farewell ceremonies, gets a deeper meaning, and the Nesher receives a name and a face … and I wanted you to know that you are not forgotten You always touched the heart: quietly, gently, smiling, in your clear voice, willing to succeed, courageously start a new course in 11th grade. And it’s so sad, and it’s a pity that things are said only now, on the anniversary of your death. love and miss you”.
