Ben Amalia and Sayid. He was born on February 28, 1984 in Hod Hasharon. An old son who came after two brothers – Haim and Danny and a sister – Yafit. His name, Yonatan, was given to him in the name of Lieutenant Colonel Jonathan Netanyahu, who was killed in Operation Entebbe. Yoni grew up in the Gil Amel neighborhood of Hod Hasharon and managed a completely normal lifestyle. He began his studies at the “State A” elementary school in Hod Hasharon, which continues at the Savyon School in Ramat Gan and the Givat Hod School in Hod Hasharon and ends at the Mifan High School in Kfar Sava. Yonny did not take the studies too seriously, but on the other hand he liked working with his hands and discovered skills in art and carpentry. The impressive works he produced, including furniture, sculptures and paintings, brought to his warm home and received compliments. These works remain today as a souvenir. June was a sociable and loved man who loved to give of himself and help others and tried to take from life all they could offer. He liked to dance, laugh, play, watch TV, spend time with friends, sleep and travel. Liked to put together puzzles, solve puzzles, surf the web and play on your computer. The atmosphere in the house was vibrant and many hours were spent in the joint games of the brothers and their many friends. And even if in the early years of his adolescence Yoni was shy and introverted vis-à-vis the outside society, he began to release himself and become close to the girls of the beautiful sex, especially during his enlistment. Curiosity was one of Yoni’s distinct characteristics. He was interested in a variety of subjects, much to ask and explore, and he wanted to get to the bottom of things and understand the processes taking place in the world and in the environment. He had the willpower to learn and enrich his world, and this was expressed in a long sitting in front of the computer screen, when the Internet opened a window for many different content worlds, enabling him to read and deepen his pace, and especially to correspond with people from different places and create new connections. Yoni even wrote a hand, and after his death was discovered a small poem he wrote about love. At the age of 13, Yoni joined a group of teenagers who participated in the “Youth Advancement Project” and became an integral part of it until the day he joined the IDF, and Yoni enjoyed his many trips and activities. He was opened to the environment, began to study more seriously, and showed a desire to meet the tasks and objectives of his life. “His guides spoke about the youthful mischief that had existed in him, and yet he did In June, Yoni became a real actor and took part in plays that took place in the community theater in Hod Hasharon, and later took part in a course for magicians And at the end of March 2002, when the time for enlistment in the army came, the whole family accompanied Yoni to the recruitment office, and he was unable to fulfill his dream of serving in an elite unit. He completed his basic training successfully and began his service at the Armored Corps base in Zrifin. Yoni loved his army service very much, and it seems that this was one of the most beautiful periods of his life. He had plenty of free time-every day he came home in the afternoon, and the next morning he returned to the base. During this period he issued a driver’s license and immediately had a vehicle to drive. Yoni was excitedly waiting for his brother’s wedding, which was approaching and on the night of his fall he was still talking about wanting to buy a gym. He loved life and he had itMany plans and aspirations, but he did not achieve them. Yoni fell during his service on May 22, 2003, at the age of 19. He was brought to eternal rest in the military section of the Neveh Hadar cemetery in Hod Hasharon, leaving behind his parents, two brothers and a sister. And his sister Yafit wrote in his memory: “The longing for you is piling up, the memories are painful and time is holding us back. Our little boy, without you everything is so different. … There are days when the longing cuts into our hearts like a knife. The desire to hear your rolling, shy laugh reigns at any moment. I remember the laughs and arguments we had as big and small children who now, every day, are more missing. How we did not take advantage of the few years. The years and our memories together remind us of the beautiful days and crises we passed without fear, the games we played when we were still small, we were four children full of joy. … Between the winter in which you were born and the summer you left us so few springs passed, only 19 years. The melody of life stopped playing, the rays of the sun had ceased to heat. Yoni’s lovers gathered in a special album a collection of things that were written in his memory and many pictures from the period of his activity in the Youth Advancement Unit, in which his cheerful and happy figure is reflected, surrounded by many friends. : “I accompanied you for a long time – from brigade to army. You have had many dilemmas, you have to make decisions. When you chose correctly – very happy, when you were wrong – you immediately regretted it. You often stopped yourself a second or two before the act. To take time out and breathe long, you thought again and chose the good and useful way. I’m sure this time too, if you had stopped for a second and thought, you would not have made that terrible decision. You would come and tell me: ‘What luck I stopped thinking for a second.’ Everyone around here wants to change things and feel helpless. June, unfortunately you can not get back, but we can preserve some of your personality. You were a loving and caring person and friend. We will try to continue your path by making an effort to be more attentive, sensitive, supportive and loving towards those around us. “If you looked at this album, you would see how many friends you have. And if you read what they wrote to you, you would feel how much they love you. But you can not, you have chosen to take a corner in the heart of each of us and there will stay and so we will keep in touch … until one day we will meet. “Yoni’s estate contains a letter that reveals a bit of the depths of his soul longing for love:” Look at me in the mirror, And I see the tear go down slowly, what happened to me again? I’m here alone, thinking to me: How do I find her, my love that has disappeared? Looking, looking, how much more you can. Where I did not look, up, down, front, back, right and left, I was already broke. I begin to believe again that for me such a thing does not exist. I want to begin to feel the pain and the fun of a word that everyone loves so much and only desires. I always experience experiences, but I have never experienced such an experience. I feel that I miss the most important thing. I know that one day it will come, the question is when, when it will happen. I feel like I’m missing something, something so important that only I expect, only I think about it, only if I wait, but how much more can I do without loving anyone. Hoping to find the true love for which I exist. “
