Levi, Yitzhak (Itzik)

Son of Tamar and Abraham. He was born on April 16, 1982 in Herzliya, a young brother to Rinat. His birth brought great happiness to his parents, especially to his sister, who had long been expecting a younger brother. Itzik was a naughty boy and active. At the age of seven months he stood and left Mahul himself. Itzik grew up in Herzliya, studied at the Weizman Elementary School, the junior high school in the “Shmuel HaNagid” junior high school, and in the “Dor” high school, specializing in electricity and computers. Itzik grew up and became a sociable boy who was disgusted by violence and loved to help at home on any mission. He liked to spend time with his many friends, was very fond of sports, was a horsebacker and played soccer. His sympathy was with the Bnei Yehuda soccer team from Tel Aviv. He spent his free time at the community center of Yad HaTisha, where he helped children work in the afternoons, and he expressed his feelings in songs he wrote: “Suddenly it happened, I felt a kind of stab, But I knew immediately that it happened, I was struck by an arrow, the arrow of love. / Since then I think only of me and you, walking hand in hand, laughing and even kissing / and short love, day and night even in a dream. I’m from the depression, but you can not close the wound / the arrow of love hit me, and nothing will help. “In April 2001, Itzik was drafted into the IDF. Prior to his induction, he took a pre-military driving course and was recruited as a driver in the Intelligence Corps. Itzik was characterized by his seriousness and dedication to the position, was a soldier loved and socially accepted, always ready to help anyone who asks. Two days before his 20th birthday, on the 27th of Nissan 5762 (2002), Itzik was killed while carrying out his duties in a road accident near the Caesarea interchange. He was laid to rest at the military cemetery in Herzliya. Survived by his parents and sister. After his death, Itzik was promoted to sergeant. “Maybe you do not have any angels up there. Maybe you do not have flowers in the vegetable garden. Maybe the white pigeons are no longer white.” The whole smile and the blue eyes are no longer shining. They are gently sown / like flowers in the garden, like a bow in the cloud. And if you want light up there, turn on the sun, turn off the moon, and let us live down here like the light of the candles.