Madar, Yoav

Ben Chana and Shmulik. Was born on July 19, 1982 at the Carmel Hospital in Haifa, while his father was one of two funders for Operation Peace for the Galilee. Yoav was born after two daughters, Avishag and Michal. When he was six, his little brother Yiftach was born. Yoav was a beautiful baby, solid and hungry, and immediately became a “model” for the demonstration of breastfeeding. He grew up as a sweet and smiling child, close to his mother, and of course loved by everyone. Yoav was educated at the kindergarten and in the kindergarten in Moshav Yokneam, where the family lived. When he was in kindergarten he jumped out of a contraption and broke his leg, and the nice experience of a leg that had been chewed for two months had accompanied him for a long time. Yoav studied in grades 1 through 8 at the Kfar Yehoshua elementary school. One of his teachers described him as “an intelligent, inquisitive child with a gorgeous smile who added color wherever he was.” Over the years he participated in various circles such as karate, basketball and painting, and was active in a youth movement. She was well acquainted with his friends, a happy and energetic group of boys, and a full partner in preparing parties and events. His childhood friends accompany the family to this day. Yoav did his ninth grade at the Megiddo regional high school on Kibbutz Ein Hashofet. In the summer of 1996, at the age of fourteen, he went to Seattle, the United States, to visit the uncles who were there on a sabbatical. For six weeks he traveled with them, and the unforgettable experience described as the best time of his life. Yoav continued his studies at the regional high school “Carmel Zevulun” in Kibbutz Yagur. He was opinionated, but not much to talk about; What he had to say was brief. His friends testify that he was very considerate and looked a bit on the sidelines. Being decisive, and as someone who knew how to simplify every problem, they consulted him. “He was free of interests, pure, calm,” the friends said of him. During the course of his high school, Yoav learned well, tended to the real professions as mathematics and physics, and he loved the Bible very much, and the special connection between Yoav and his parents was expressed, inter alia, in blessings he wrote to them on festive occasions. Only because of his moral duty to the matter can our rulers fighting the ethnic demon shake hands and say, ‘We succeeded in merging the exiles.’ Happiness is the lot of the happy. Joy is the lot of the happy. Love is the lot of lovers. “As the third child in the family, you do not have the burden of proof. It is enough for us to be you, and since you were young, you have been everything that parents can dream of. Your virtues have intensified with the time that has passed / and the sense of humor is another cynical dimension // We look at you Yoav / And you are a source of unceasing pride / And think that if genetics has a hand in creation, our situation seems, We know for sure / that you will succeed as before / that you will know a lot of love and be happy. ” As a teenager, Yoav, who from early age tended to fall asleep early, spent time with his friends until the late hours of the night. He had always been very diligent, he had not lost any job, and in the last few years he had organized almost alone the work of the cotton tulip farm in the family farm. During his twelfth grade, Yoav participated in various formations and was drafted into Paratroopers, but was afraid that he would be called into another unit, and on November 19, 2001 he was drafted and assigned to the Paratroopers Paratrooper Company. Yoav’s life was cut off on Saturday morning, February 3, 2001, when Yoav’s life was cut off on Saturday morning, . As usual, he went out on weekendsWith his friends. The next morning, early in the morning, his mother discovered that he had not returned home and that his concern for his safety had increased. It soon became clear that Yoav had been killed in a car accident, about five kilometers from home. He was eighteen and a half when he died. Yoav was laid to rest in the military section of the Yokneam cemetery. Left parents two sisters and a brother. Yoav’s tragic story is covered in the print and electronic media. “He was just as good as he was, a responsible, devoted, smart, humorless, diligent and cautious man,” his mother said painfully. “I always warned him about the dangers on the roads and he was worried that friends who drank would not behave.” “I was afraid of what might happen to Yoav in military service, but he would not be killed in a car accident,” the father said. During the shiva, many eulogies were written in the guest book and things in memory of Yoav. “We sit together in the department together, and think about what you characterize and what we will do without you, how can we be without your peace of mind, without your matriculation and without your true friendship.” We ask ourselves who will take care of us, He would spur us on our journeys, tell us it was all in our head, that everything was small on us, and if thousands did it before us, then surely we could too. … Yoav, we’ll be missing your optimism, your leadership and your friends. Idan wrote: “… From the meetings I had with you, I met a strong, smiling person who never stops laughing, and thus also imparts a good and fun atmosphere to those around you.” Ehud wrote: “… Yoav, slowly I begin To feel that you are missing, a presence that is no longer there. It’s not the same journeys when you’re not with us, there’s no poison, no smiles under the stretcher, even though the shoulder is down. “Yoav was always looking for how to help everyone, how to model the department, he was like our mother, he would help us sewing and he would never complain about the tasks we were given. “I’ve never known a guy more than your life, this kindness always, the desire to care for everyone, that glint in the eyes that says there’s always more light, there’s more room to help. … Narrow the place to accommodate the thousands of your many virtues, “wrote Rachel Kedem, Yoav’s educator at the Yagur school:” I met you when you were already a gabber, handsome and smart. In the classroom you rarely speak but you have a lot to look at, and your black eyes were so penetrating, but from conversations with you I know that beneath the hard cover lies a delicate and clever child, an excellent student, speaking slowly and to the point. It’s too bad you went so suddenly and left us all in pain. Your name so shocked you, you were always such a hero and character (and there are few). Uncle Ofer wrote: “… it’s easier to write with laughter and think about you with your joy of life. Your thoughts always call me for example and example. Illuminating all those around you. The rays of light were absorbed in you. “You will miss us,” wrote the neighboring Henrietta. “In my heart I keep a place that is only yours. A beautiful place – warm – with lots of light. In this place I see you and meet you. You smile at me and in your quiet and charming way give your beauty. This place fills up and fills up and grabs the whole heart. Sometimes it is very painful and sometimes I draw strength from it. You gave and gave and gave us more and more. There is no end to the memories – to the inner pictures … like a screen in which the picture constantly changes. “You stay with us with a lot of love.” Dean, a friend of Yoav who spent the night with him, wrote: “… We all sat around the table that damn Friday. The table was filled with a lot of redbulls, sharper drinking, a little less bitter, and beer, and there was a cup of coffeeYours was so different from the rest of the drinks. Because you knew you were driving. And when you knew you were driving, you would never drink, because you were a responsible guy. The most responsible I’ve ever known. “You leave a huge void behind you.” Uncle Niv wrote: “To Yoav, the son of David, the most beloved of them all, just so you know that you were much more than a cousin, you were like a brother to me … Who will I talk with now? … I wanted to say one more thank you for your good neighborliness and for all the help, you were always willing to help with that smile at any hour, even on Saturday morning to help with a hard litter after a night with the company … I’m looking for you … I find you everywhere, In the hayloft, in the hay shed, and in the barn with the fork, you are sorely missing, but you are with us forever. ” Michal Steier, a high school teacher, wrote: “Throughout the years, Yoav continued to work his way, as was his wont, with his clear internal logic, out of a constant belief in his justice, honesty and fairness … Yoav was a serious manager. I was glad to see him grow and grow, I was glad to see the joy of life of the entire group, the world was spread before him and open, and no more, and the pain is great. ” Uncle Yuval wrote: “I close my eyes, and in my dream I see a hill of anemones / all of which have names there, and although they are very similar, / I notice differences and even recognize traits / who is more and less. One of the anemones, / one that was humility and gentleness./ And suddenly, darkness and a sharp pain in the bones / that woke me up from sleep with my eyes bathed in tears. ” “We were together yesterday, you are here for a moment, and suddenly we have not been together for eighteen years, sleeping together, eating together, drinking together and having fun together, but now that you are not here, there will always be something missing, It is a role of responsibility, optimism, reason, judgment and decision on the right thing and how to look at the beautiful side of the matter, and now there is no one who will do the job as well as you … Love, hurt and regret, and do not stop longing. ” One of Yoav’s uncles wrote: “… Yoav did not need many meetings in order to understand his nature, just as there was no need to elaborate on the uniqueness of the boy.” Every time we met Yoav, I had the feeling that if I had to choose between words like Admiration, admiration, I would choose the word of amazement Yoav has the qualities that only the sons of moshavim, the people of toil have, and among these, only a few can reach his level … I wish the pride of those who grew in your nest will fill you with strength to pass Days of longing that are still in place. ” Nurse Avishag wrote: “For all the wonderful things you gave me and for the way I really learned so much from you in your life and in your disappearance, even the fact that you were so dead taught me a lot about myself and gave me a lot of strength that I was not sure I had. To leave such an amazing legacy behind should be something really special, a soul so clean … I know that the right to be with you is so great, I am so glad you were my brother … If the beautiful way indicates the end, Now he is in great beauty. ” Sister Michal wrote: “I dreamed about you, I think it’s only the second time, quite a bit for seven years and certainly for me that I have a whole life at night when I sleep. And I think it was a nursery, and we went through a tree and looked for your tree. The first in the row was a crate with flowerpots, the otherThere was a broken tree and I knew it was not you. But I was a bit nervous, because suddenly I was afraid I would not recognize you. And trees turned into soldiers and we went on passing one by one and each time I was sure that it was you. But when we looked closer I said to you that it is not because you are so much beautiful and you have that nose that is only for you and the lips and the smile … and again I started to panic because Maybe you’ll come and I will not recognize you. But then I saw you, I held your face and said to myself that I had found and how it could have taken us so long because it was obviously you. The most beautiful of them all and with a gorgeous smile, and I calmed down. I relaxed because I did not forget, I woke up feeling good that I will not forget and I will always recognize you no matter when you come. “