Shoshani, Roi

Ben Miriam and David. He was born on Thursday, 18 July 1980, at Barzilai Medical Center in Ashkelon, the brother of Shai and Tomer, the eldest of them, and Nofar, the younger sister, who lived in Morag, in the Gaza Strip (between Khan Yunis and Rafah) At the beginning of the 1980s, the whole moshav moved to its permanent settlement in the western Negev – Moshav Yavul in the Shalom region, and Roi, then about two years old, also moved there with his family, and he visited the nursery school in the moshav and in the garden In the neighboring moshav, where he studied at the Habsor Elementary School in the center of Tzohar, where he studied there in grades 1 and 2. By the time he reached third grade, his parents had decided to try their luck in Makkah Country, and the family moved to Moshav Kfar Aviv located in communities fences. Roy learned in elementary school settings and continued regional high school setting. Teacher from that time recalls: “It was fun with the class. He gave a good feeling. He liked to laugh. “Roi bought many friends in Gedera, but he found it difficult to acclimatize to the area and pressured his parents to return to Moshav Yavul, to the quiet and remote place and to the Negev he loved so much. Which took place in Bosnia at that time: “War in Bosnia / War in Oman / Everyone is fighting for a small place. // Many casualties / Many killed / Many bereaved parents / All because of a few fights. // Many disappointments / lots of funerals, / lots of stress / all because of disagreements. “So … the day will come when we will be forgiven / that the day will come when we will forget / that the day will come when we will look forward and not backward / that will come today … If he is called peace!” When Roi was fifteen years old, He returned to study at the center of Tzochar at the Habsor Comprehensive High School, and completed his studies in communications. Roy was a good student and loved the teachers, and even if he behaved badly, it was impossible to be angry with him .Since his daughter in the back bench was involved in everything that happened in the class and responded to everything “You were right in your behavior, when you were bored – you could not help saying it with a big yawn, when you were interested – you were an active and contributing partner. I remember you sitting with your head curled up, listening as if absent-mindedly, and intervening at the right moment and saying excellent and wise words. “Roi was a man who craved life, smiling, happy and cheerful, a dominant figure among children and youth, He was active and initiator at the school, and the spirit of the many parties and trips he organized, and his house was crowded at all hours of the day and night. Friends and the laughter and music that emanated from his room sang in the atmosphere an atmosphere of vitality. In his youth, Roi was a member of the Hanoar Haoved Vehalomed youth movement He loved to swim and play basketball, to listen to music and, most importantly, to make happy, Roi’s days were full of activity, entertainment and occupations, but he was always close to his older siblings, caring for his younger sister And around the Shabbat table Roi was the winner of the happy atmosphere, making everyone laugh with his brilliance and coloring the meal they all met. In the last three years of his life he was close to Nirit, his girlfriend, who loved himself. Half a pointNovember 1998, Roy joined the IDF and was trained as a combat soldier and was assigned to the “Granit” battalion of the Nahal Brigade. Later, he wanted to move to another position and found his place as a Hummer instructor in the infantry and infantry unit of the infantry unit, and at the new base of Tze’elim, Roi was the happiest man in the world. And the soldiers who immediately fell in love with him and became his close friends, and Roi often called his mother and announced that he and the people were coming to visit them, and when they arrived they received an impressive reception and the honor of kings. (4.8.2000), just before dinner, Roy went out to take a breath and walk the Moshav paths with his childhood friend Alon Tal. Near the gate of the moshav, a vehicle coming from the moshav, which had been driving, passed by quickly and did not notice Roi and hit him. All the resuscitation attempts carried out by Ro’i were in vain and Roi died of his wounds, only a week after celebrating his twentieth birthday. He was laid to rest in the military cemetery in Be’er Sheva. He was followed by parents, two brothers and a sister. Roy’s family received many condolences, farewell notes and songs written in his memory. “Roy served in my unit as a driving instructor in the kosher industry, and was part of a cohesive and independent group, and his colleagues in the section were also his friends in civilian life. I was a professional and responsible instructor, and I saw him as a support for his friends, a smiling soldier who was very energetic and had a central role in building the unique relationship that exists in the section. And special, will remain so in the memory of its commanders Ilya. ” The mother wrote: “Roi, you were a child of life, and it is not right for you to give them up so easily, because you loved them and you knew how to live them big, I know that if it were up to you, you would not leave me. And without asking permission, I loved, loved, admired and admired you as a child, you were a wonderful son, you cared for your wisdom to complete almost everything I needed. To the joy of life that was in you and that the house is at home … All of you are separated from you Roi, and I am not You and me, my child, we will not part – Lem structure. We continue together. ” “Why, God, / Why do not you pick flowers? / Why, God? Why do you take the boys? / Boys before the milk has dried on the lips / Take them to the sky. These are the boys, because they could not be alive? They did not have time to breathe in the lungs, and they were ordered to return the souls. Please, God, It’s funny, it fills, and the whole world is beautiful, and when you’re not, and when you are not, the world empties, and nothing is like it anymore, and how do you go on with pain and longing and a lot of memories of other good days? . ” I saw you tormenting in the classroom that closes the Alcatraz prison, strewn with chairs too small for your spilling body, a chasm for your soul that aspires to the blue sky, to the light and the freedom. … I understood you when you chose to leave the class, I knew that your eyes were in the countries that were longingAnd others, are being conducted at a different pace, with different agitation. And now, you left me to wonder as Rabbi Yehuda Halevy, ‘Yea, shall I find you?’ And to grieve as in the life of Nachman, “say the youth in the world? Where is my youth? ‘ Ruth said: “Roy – write about you in the past tense, it’s unbearable. You are the beautiful and smart guy, the tall and the clown, the sensitive and the social. All superlatives together. You ‘re so missing us. … The only way to deal with the loss is to think how Roi would like us to act and continue on, and in this way also preserve his memory with us. And another small request here for all the drivers – drive carefully. “A poem written in the memory of Roi:” And the worst thing is the truth so terrible that when you breathe a sigh of relief, someone else sighs, one will win tomorrow, the other will remain the day before. / There, your is not familiar – after is everything. / Someone thanks God and someone bursts into a cry. One is born to a new life, the other is led to the grave. / Like a bloody lottery the names are dropped – a bullet and another ball and another load and more tears … / And you pray not to recognize, and you beg not to cry. / There is no equality in mourning, and there is no symmetry in beatings. / The painful rule continues, and the individual is buried. / Already in the present – that’s how it used to be. “The friends wrote:” Roy, we write to you without believing that you went to us, and want to thank you for wonderful friendship and a childhood that will never be forgotten. About many experiences from which only memories remained. … you are an inseparable part of us. … We could write a book filled with memories and experiences, but we have to part with you now. We will never forget you, thank you for being with us in the beautiful moments. We love you always, the friends. “Eulogize the friends of the” Hafdaim “:” We lost you Roi and lost another thousand experiences that we shared with you. We remember the smile that never disappeared from your face Roi – we will also remember the stories about phenomena and performances that were and will be, remember your loyalty to your friends and from them your love for choosing your heart Nirit. The truth from your eyes, and the aspiration for excellence that has escaped your mouth. Because you will always be number one and from us we will teach you one by one, because you are a shepherd: You have always been you and only you, and you have not tried to be someone else, because you believed in your abilities and influence. “They always love you.” They eulogized his friends in Moshav Yavul: “Roi Shoshani is a childhood. It’s a wild black mane of curls. This is the tall guy who sits in the back of the bus and laughs at all the guys … Roi is hiking in the Besor stream. Winter, summer or spring with flowering. Roi is starry nights, lying on the back of the station with the eternal question: ‘What are we doing here in fact?’ Roi Shoshani is summer! It’s tanned skin that never burns. It is the sole of a rough, stiff foot that does not feel the boiling asphalt or the hot sand. … Roi is to take everything in proportion without getting too excited. Roy is a boy and a soldier in love without restraint, without limits. It’s a brother who admires his older brothers and always takes care of his little sister. … You are the story of our lives, the story of our childhood and the story of our love. You are a sad and sad memory that will stay with us forever. “Roi was immortalized in Gilad, which his family set up at the entrance to Moshav Yavul, where he died.