Sharon, Itai

Ben Ruti and Moti. He was born in Haifa on August 29, 1988. Itai spent the first few months of his life with his parents at the Tel Nof base, where his father, Captain Moti Sharon, served as a pilot for the Yasur helicopter. When he was four months old, Moti was killed in a terrible helicopter accident. This was at the time of the laying of border pillar 51 at the Israeli-Egyptian border – a symbolic step that was part of the peace gestures between the two countries. Moti’s helicopter was supposed to land the stone in the designated place, but as a result of a helicopter failure, his tail was cut off. The chopper went into a tailspin, and Mutti managed to land it with great effort. As a result of the landing, his chair was disengaged and he flew toward the front rotor (the propeller’s front propeller). Moti was the only person killed in the accident – the rest of the three crew members survived. A month after the accident, he and his mother moved to Haifa, near the grandparents. Itai, the eldest grandson of the family, was a sweet, smiling, charming and wise child. For his mother, a fresh mother who was only twenty-five when she lost her husband, I had a real rescue anchor with me, the whole world, the source of the smile and the comfort, the purpose, the reason and the taste. In the early years, Itai and his mother were alone. During this period the special bond between them was forged – an unusual and rare bond in the power of an inseparable mother and son, who walk hand in hand in the journey of life with love and cooperation. When he was five years old, his twin brothers – Guy and Dana – were born. At the age of six he came to first grade with me at the “Ehud” elementary school in Haifa. He was a very smart boy, but he was also a mischievous little boy. The teachers were captivated by his charm but were often forced to scold him … At the end of fifth grade, the family moved to Zichron Yaakov, where he studied with me in sixth grade at the Nili elementary school. He was quickly absorbed into social life and immediately became a social focus and a key figure in his age group. In Haifa he played basketball with me in the Maccabi Haifa team, and with the move to Zichron Yaakov he naturally joined Maccabi Zichron Yaacov. This hobby accompanied him until the end of the twelfth grade and was a significant part of his life: He was an avid supporter of the Maccabi Haifa soccer team and followed the game with great devotion. He also studied physics and mathematics, and although he took matriculation exams in essentially real subjects, he was very attracted to humanities. – He loved the Bible, literature and history – and excelled in them too. He was a dominant figure in the school, appreciated and respected the educational staff, and faithfully represented the students to important guests. “Every time you asked to help us with visits, you would come into my room with the same famous smile, with the same serenity and peace of mind, and in fluent and fluent English, passionately describe your unique projects.” At the high school graduation ceremony, he gave me a farewell speech on behalf of his entire class, in a special and moving speech that caused many of those present to shed tears. At the graduation dance, Itai was the first to embrace his mother-his best and most expensive girlfriend. Itai was a good student and a successful basketball player, but the most important thing to him was his social and family ties. He made great efforts to maintain ties with extended family members, loved his friends very much, was courted by the girls, and always served as an address in times of trouble. His home was a bustling social center, the intersection of social activity, the glue that unites them all, the place where they meet to watch together in sporting events like the World Cup, and to which they come to rejoice and enjoy together. Itai grew up in the shadow of his father, whom he did notHe knew, but never ceased to miss him, and all his life he aspired to resemble him. He made sure to maintain regular contact with Moti’s squadron – the “Night Riders” squadron, did not give up his trip to the Tel Nof base on Memorial Day, nor did he take part in the memorial ceremonies held on Mt. Although he did not speak with his friends about the great pain he was carrying with him and conveyed optimism and joy of life, the inner sadness accompanied him throughout his life. The emotional anguish he felt in writing poems, many of whom expressed the deep pain and longing for his father. A few months before his death, Itai wrote the song “Estate Management”: “Since you left / time passes slowly, / days are dripping like through a sand clock, / And I have to go on searching. // I do not stop longing, / Think of you / I’m afraid not to meet the expectations, / of everyone, of myself … / afraid to disappoint you, / since you left. ” “I have been close friends for many years, but the story that happened with his father was taboo – you do not ask and you do not ask,” said Daniel Roichman, Talk about the subject. I can not say that I was not curious, but I approached him with the utmost caution in dealing with such a sensitive subject. “Growing up without a father, without something that many people have, influences and shapes all of life in the first place,” he said. “I always have a feeling of lack, which accompanies me all my life, something that can not be filled.” On his special relationship with his mother, he said: “I just do not understand how many children with their parents about things like money or other nonsense. My mother and I are in the best relationship there is. I tell my mother everything. “When I was asked how he sees himself in ten years, he replied simply:” In a family settlement on the Tel Nof base, I always have a feeling of home, married With their two children, a boy and a girl. “Their conversation concluded with the sentence” The play must go on. “His family tried to persuade him to go in” safe “directions, and the other family members supported her. It was no use, because Itai was determined to be a pilot, like his father, and no other option was out of the question. He also smiled at his charming smile and announced that “there is no way I will not be a pilot.” With this determination, he left with me on August 20, 2006 to form a pilot The night before he took the wings of his father’s flight and his hat out of the closet, and placed them on his desk, which was a particularly hot week, and the conditions of the terrain were hard. (23.8.2006), after a journey, he collapsed with me, was evacuated to the hospital, was diagnosed with a heat stroke and died within a few hours. He did not celebrate his eighteenth birthday, which was going to be in less than a week. Itai was laid to rest in the military section of the cemetery in Zichron Yaacov. Survived by his mother, brother and two sisters, grandfather and two grandmothers, uncles and aunts. On his tombstone his words were engraved: “… trying to follow your path, which you set before me when you left …” Eitai Yaron, his late father’s good friend, said: “… your birth, your way, your life … is intertwined in my life, Ten years, eighteen yearsThe year since the disaster that brought us together for the first time, when we buried Father … and you … only four months old. A beautiful baby, two drops of water father, born into a delusional Israeli reality, into the air force family, into the bereaved family. … How can it be that when you make such great efforts to stand on your own and close a circle, to get close to your father even a little … you approach your father as close as possible … and walk away from us in an unbearable distance? I could not keep you a little brother. But you succeeded! You know! For me you got wings! But why … Why the wings of an angel ?! “She eulogized Itai Binah, the class coordinator:” Itai is precious and loved! … ensuring to be true to your truth, asking, reaching and realizing everything in the best possible way, and ensuring that you strive to keep yourself. In the beginning you would realize a lofty dream of being a pilot, to follow your father’s path. … like a great cypress sprouting and with a swinging ax. And we can not be proud of your achievements, your intelligence, your caring and your involvement. … you will enjoy the clods of your soil and from there you will try to keep your friends. Peace with me … “The Israeli Air Force appointed a commission of inquiry to investigate the disaster, which pointed to a series of failures in the conduct of various military and civilian bodies that led to Itai’s death and the injury of another pupil. In the evening, in honor of his memory, Yossi, the coach of the youth basketball team in Zichron Yaakov, eulogized him about the last championship game in which he participated: “Itai was one of the materials from which heroes are made. Itai was the material from which stories are made. We got to see how Itai’s amazing personality only overshadows his ability as an actor. How he had contributed to me all year as a friend, an actor, a positive and radiant personality, an occupying smile, a peace of mind – as if he already knew what was going to happen. As if he knew that it was the decisive game, in the championship game, that he would be the one to rehabilitate and carry the whole team on his sturdy shoulders. … The leadership, charisma, this uncompromising character of Itai is the stuff from which heroes are made. Itai is the sad story of our championship team, “said Mira Roskis, director of Ort Binyamina:” … I told Etti what he did to all of us at the graduation party of his class. The combination of tenderness, pleasantness, smile, sensitivity, warm words with seriousness, great body, assertiveness and strength – moved us all to the depth of our hearts. … Itai – it was a great privilege for all of us to live with you – a boy of exceptional quality. … You touched every one of us – and this is forever married. “Nir wrote, a close friend of Itai:” Itai my prince’s brother. You are one friend and I have the honor of being close to you, always helping, always encouraging and always there when you need you, so full of life, with the sense of humor that would drop me to the floor or simply embrace your long and soothing hands at every opportunity and give that smile That in one second he would arrange everything. … Dear friend, I swear to remember you forever and will always be a part of me. … The pain is endless. Loving, hurting, and longing, your brother the little prince, Nrik. “On the first anniversary of his downfall, Ruthie, his mother, said:” I had a child. A child who grew up in me and was born of a huge love. A prodigy who made me want to go on living and smiling even on black days. A child who had already fascinated everyone who had seen him, who grew up and became all that could be asked. I had a child who told me almost everything, shared his life with me. A boy who loved to hug and please, a boy who was a magnet and always a social center, a child who attracted young adults, and was warm and cordial to anyone, never arrogant or conceited. … I’m not comforted by the news that I’m aliveHis life in perfection and joy, because I would have expected many more years of success and happiness. … How will I live my life from now on and he is no longer here for me? “Etti eulogized the friends:” … Our loss is our greatest loss. The world he brought us – love, laughter and wisdom. … Itai was the perfect combination of laughter and seriousness, and was so special in his amazing way that we are missing here and leaving us alone and lost. “I knew Itai only four days, but it was enough for me to feel his personality, to learn immediately to appreciate him, to love him and become friends. Only four days and nights of running, tricking, a stretcher journey … I saw charisma, persuasion, intelligence and affection. You knew how to give of yourself and to encourage the friends around you. You did not give up and go ahead, forward … go too far … you ran very fast forward, you opened a huge gap and you are no longer with us. … with joy mixed with great sadness and with mixed feelings, I wanted to inform you that I succeeded – with quite a bit of your help – in overcoming the consolidation. “I remember you at the age of two, looking at me and saying, ‘I love you very much, Mama …’ and I see you on your Bar Mitzvah day, how proud and hurt, How great you felt then, and at Dad’s memorial that year, you say Kaddish for the first time … and before my eyes, you are at the high school graduation party, beautiful and glamorous, smiling and happy, tall and amazing, impressive and proud. This evening I felt that all my ambitions for you had come true, for you are a child with everything – wisdom and sensitivity, intelligence and kindness, self-confidence and modesty, beauty and joy of life, and endless love. And then I see you coming down the stairs, wearing a white T-shirt and khaki pants, your eyes shining with excitement and anticipation, bending over me and wrapping me in your arms for the last time … And in reality I stand by the gravestone with your name written a week before your twentieth birthday, Here … “The” Dorsey of the Night “squadron in Tel Nof, Moti’s squadron,” adopted “Itai and his father are commemorated in the squadron, and that’s where the mother arrives on Memorial Day for fallen IDF soldiers.