Tyler, Ziv

Ben Malka and Yitzhak, was born on April 13, 1980 in Haifa. A young brother to Sigalit, Moshe and Amichai. As a young member of the family, Ziv received the attention and love of all the family members. He began his studies at the Romema Elementary School in Haifa. At a young age, he discovered acute dyslexia, for which he needed continuous assistance in his studies, and therefore studied in an advanced class. Afterward, he moved to a regular class at the Ironi Hey High School in Haifa, and finally studied at the College of Management in Haifa, where he completed 10 years of study. During the period between his graduation and his enlistment in the IDF, Ziv worked for a branch of a national food chain in his neighborhood, and soon became a very responsible and well-managed young man who became a shift manager. He was always very friendly and had a great heart and was always ready to help a friend in times of distress, and he knew how to penetrate the soul of his friends and encourage them in times of trouble or difficulty. ‘And made sure to go to all the games and as a child he played soccer in the children’s club, and Ziv loved his mother Another character who influenced him was his cousin, Hilik Sharvit, a combat soldier who was killed in a terror attack in Beit Lid in January 1995, and following him Ziv wanted to serve in a combat force. Despite his parents’ objections, he volunteered for the Givati ​​Brigade, but soon asked for a new post, at an open base close to the house, and his request was answered. He was assigned to the “dry storage” course and was stationed at a paratroopers base in Tirat Carmel, where he was pleased with the job and the commanders, and was also given a permit to work in the evening and was returned to work at the branch where he had worked before his enlistment. ), Ziv fell in the line of duty, and he is nineteen. He was laid to rest at the military cemetery in Haifa. Survived by his parents, sister and two brothers. To commemorate his name, the family published a book of poetry in his memory. From a song written by his mother: “The son can not understand / my son is dear to me / Ziv / This week you are twenty years old / I have become two thousand / I wanted to count also thirty / forty, fifty and in general .. You are not even nineteen / / Now I have no heart / pain / I will no longer care / What is permitted What is forbidden / Not important / only sad / What is very / Mother.