Negev, Avi

Ben Sylvia and Isaac. He was born on June 11, 1980 in Kiryat Gat. A younger brother to the elder Sigal and an older brother to the youngest daughter of Ward. My father was born prematurely, while his mother was in her eighth month of pregnancy. He was a beautiful, shy, sensitive and smiling baby. When he grew up he became a naughty boy and liked a girlfriend and was nicknamed “Shoko”. My father bought his education in Kiryat Gat, the Herzl elementary school and the Rogozin High School. He was a good and quiet student, and especially liked the professions of accounting and sport. My father’s great love was for various ball games, especially basketball and soccer. As a child, he and his father played soccer on Friday afternoons, and the family remembers very well how my father never stopped hurling the ball at home, even after breaking a big chandelier in the living room and a glass table … As an avid supporter of the Maccabi Tel Aviv basketball team, The group, which was broadcast on television on Thursday evening, encourages the actors from the “gallery” in the living room. When my father was seven, his father died, and the disaster left his mark on the sensitive child. It took him a long time to recover, and the sight of his grieving mother did not make him any easier. As time went by he grew stronger and began to show a joy of life. As the Bar Mitzvah approached, my father began attending classes in Torah and sermons. On the day of his wedding he wore a festive bar mitzvah suit and went up to the Torah excitedly, in front of the equally excited family. In high school my father was quite introverted. His dream of playing soccer professionally began to materialize when he signed up for the Kiryat Gat youth team. My father always went to practice, met new friends, and thanks to them he opened up to the world and his self-confidence increased. At the age of seventeen, my father began to work and enjoyed his sense of independence. First he worked in a banquet hall in Kiryat Gat. Everyone remembers with a smile how on the first evening of his work he dropped a tray with a bowl of mushroom sauce on top of it. The sauce poured in every direction and stained the clothes of one of the guests. Fortunately, the man responded indulgently and treated the event lightly … After a while my father moved to work in a banquet garden. He first served as a waiter and later received additional positions and was also a bartender, a bouncer, a cook assistant and an assistant to a pastry chef. My father was loved by all those around him for his smile and for the joy he radiated. He also received great joy from Ya’ara, whom he met before he was drafted into the army. My father fell in love with Yara immediately, and gave her warmth and love. Their friendship lasted for many months, and soon after his death my father began to talk about his desire to marry her. My father enlisted in the IDF on 23 November 1998 with the clear knowledge that he wanted to serve in the Border Police, and his request was accepted, and he began training in basic training for a few months. . His commanders testify that he was a good and disciplined soldier, loved and loved. First Sergeant Avi Negevker fell during his duty on 9 July 2000, when he was 20. He was laid to rest in the military cemetery in Kiryat Gat, leaving a mother and two sisters.