Son of Tikva and Mishael. He was born on April 18, 1985, after midnight at Meir Hospital in Kfar Sava. Jonathan’s birth was quick and steady, and the baby with the large honey eyes and long, beautiful hair joined the extended family, who lived in Raanana’s blockbuster neighborhood. Jonathan’s circumcision was held on Independence Day in Grandpa’s synagogue, and everyone was proud and happy with the young couple’s eldest son. Jonathan’s mother immediately resigned from her job to take care of herself with the sweet child and determined with determination – “not grandmothers and nannies.” When Yehonatan was one year old, his sister Einav was born, and Hadar joined the third sister. Before Jonathan was three years old, he began visiting the kindergarten. His rapid development was credited to the merit of “Dalia’s Garden,” where he proved to be a charming and talented child with a higher than average ability. In the years that followed, he spent time in Gan Shushi and in Gan Tzevei and was ready to go to first grade. Jonathan began his elementary studies at the Yavneh State Religious School in Ra’anana, where he studied until the sixth grade. The death of his cousin, Manny Menashe, overshadowed his happy childhood. Jonathan was then in fourth grade and for the first time in his life came across the concept of death. The difficult event left its mark on him, and in the process of coping, he expressed his great sensitivity, which will accompany him later on. Yehonatan continued his studies in Kfar Batya, in the Amit Religious State Religious Middle School, where he developed both his artistic and sporting skills. He enrolled in the Department of Sculpture and Ceramics, liked to draw figures of sports symbols, Soccer and basketball, and when he reached the age of mitzvot, his parents planned a special joyous event that was supposed to include a trip to the Western Wall, a walking route in Jerusalem and a festive lunch, but a party The Bar Mitzvah and all the plans were canceled and the joy turned into a deep sadness and a dead mourning When he reached ninth grade, Yehonatan’s family moved to Netanya, in a more spacious house surrounded by a garden in a veteran neighborhood, and Jonathan began to study in the State Religious Religious Junior High School But the move to Netanya was not simple and easy for him: he was a teenage boy who already had a stable and familiar social system, close social ties with his friends in the neighborhood and at school, and was having trouble adapting to the new place. His desire to return to Kfar Batya. He returned to Ra’anana and moved to live with his grandmother. When he graduated from high school, Jonathan continued to live with Grandma Chona and went to work for his family, earning money for himself and earning a license, He became a young man with a developed sense of responsibility, lavished love on his family, showed concern for his parents and was able to pamper his brothers who joined the family. Captivating hearts that were hard to resist, during which he met his girlfriend Rotem and began He planned to save money and build a small house behind his parents’ home in Netanya, where he was drafted into the IDF in April 2004, exactly on his 19th birthday, and the special event was celebrated at a beautiful party. The excitement was great: the eldest son left the house to contribute his part in defending the people and the state. At the end of basic training, Y. was acceptedHe was sent to the IAF but was not pleased with the position he was assigned and transferred to the IAF. He was placed in a car workshop, where he worked in frames, adapted to the unit, the staff and the work, and soon became the mainstay of the base. His smile, his rolling laughter, and his speech left their mark on the hearts of the base men – soldiers and commanders alike. Jonathan’s friends to the service attest to the fact that he breathed life into the place and that he knew how to strengthen and encourage, to cheer up and raise morale, and even tried to strengthen others by faith and observance. On Thursdays, when he came home from the army and after visiting the house, Jonathan hurried to Raanana to meet with his old friends. More than once, the friends would spend weekends in Tiberias or Eilat or gather for food parties, billiard and snooker games, spend their time playing soccer at the Raanana Park, and so on. On the eve of Sukkot 5756, Jonathan received a special vacation with his family, who built the sukkah, took them to the holiday meal and enjoyed the company of the “oshpizin” in the sukkah, but the joy did not last long. The last time he told his mother, “Maybe I’ll come in the morning or at noon,” he went away and did not return, and Jonathan fell during his service on October 19, 2005 in a road accident at the Ayelet Hashahar junction in northern Israel. He was brought to rest in the military cemetery in Ra’anana, leaving parents and ten brothers and sisters – Einav, Hadar, Shalom, Rachel, Hodaya, Eden, Itamar, Ayala, Bat-El and Shaked Fortuna “Jonathan’s family clung to his faith in the Creator of the Universe -” … because everything is his and as he gives, he takes … ” Jonathan’s friends and lovers have prepared a special album of his memory, including pictures and farewells, and the album shows the tremendous love Jonathan received and the significant place he has captured in the lives of many.
