Raff, Rivka (“empty”)

Daughter of Gedaliah and Chava (Yocheved). Was born on August 10, 1958 in Ilaniya in the Lower Galilee. She studied at the “Hakfar Hayarok” agricultural school. Rika was a good and disciplined student, loved by her teachers and classmates. In a letter to the parents, a teacher, Yifrach, wrote: “I will remember Rika at all times, sitting at the back of the class, awake and graceful,” she says, all in her Lev, even if it was hard and piercing. On a level. ” Rika was affected by her education from her warm home, surrounded by olive trees, cowsheds, houses and green fields, and how the land was cultivated. She was a ray of light in her house – pleasanting the hours of her parents and her two brothers when they had finished their work. She sings for many hours, decorating and beautifying the house and creating a pleasant and relaxed atmosphere. Rika was devoted to her family and during her studies in the “Green Village”, far from Ilaniya, she took every opportunity to visit the house, bringing with her friends and friends from around the country. She traveled extensively throughout the country. She became friends with everyone she met and expanded her circle of friends and acquaintances. Rika was drafted into the Israel Defense Forces in December 1976. After completing her basic training, she was assigned to the commanding unit of the Teachers’ Unit, and was an excellent soldier who demonstrated talent and ability in carrying out her duties on May 12, 1977. Rivka fell during her service. “In the letter to the bereaved family, the commander of the unit said:” We met your daughter during the course, and already there we were discovered to be a wise, alert, mature, and accepted girl, and therefore we decided to appoint her as a coordinator in complementary education. Despite her youth. Prior to receiving the appointment, Rika was sent to assist the unit’s staff with regard to the management of the ministry and the establishment of contact with the female soldiers through it. Rika could combine a degree of seriousness in her work, but also a measure of mischief and amiability. Her laughter and the joy of her life will never be ours … “