Ben Ronit and Yaakov. He was born on the eve of Passover, on 11.4.1979 in Hadera, where he grew up and grew up, brother to Gal, Lee and Din, grandchild of Milo (Figaro) and Bruria Weintraub and fourth grandson to Sarah and Reuven Adas. Already in his infancy, he could see his great cleverness and the joy of life that filled him. His way rushed to him and he did not freeze for a moment; At the age of seven months he began to speak and at the age of eighteen months he could memorize the entire book of poems “One Hundred First Songs”. His family called him “Gaon 80” because in September 1980, early in his age, he had already visited the kindergarten and returned the heart of the kindergarten teachers as well as the children’s hearts. Roy attended elementary school Zafririm and Ballet with a smile that was always on his face and a unique sense of humor. Roy was considered a “class clown” and was engaged in mischief and pranks that made his friends smile and sometimes raised the wrath of the teachers. Although he occasionally had to pay a price for his behavior, the educational staff knew that Roy had a “head on his shoulders” and that his heart was gold. At the age of twelve, Roy’s love for motorcycles began to blossom, a “madness” that only grew stronger. Roy turned a lawn mower engine into a motorized vehicle and rode it. On his sixteenth birthday he received his first Kajeiba motorcycle, which he used for two years. He managed to infect his father with madness and persuaded him to switch to a motorcycle “to feel young,” as he puts it. The love of Roy’s motorcycles stood out everywhere he was. The walls of his room were decorated with motorcycle posters; His albums were filled with photos he took on trips of the Israeli motorcycle club, where he was a friend; He made sure to record and keep all the motorcycle races broadcast on the sports channel and watched them for hours. When he reached the age of eighteen, when he had a heavy motorcycle license, the dream of his life came true and he got a big motorcycle, “RJV,” which served him until he was drafted. But this was not his only addiction; When he reached Bar Mitzvah age, Roy discovered the world of computers and was soon captured by his charms. He learned the secrets of the computer and controlled it with a high hand. In the ninth and tenth grades, Roy worked at the Amal Amal High School in the electricity track, but the rigid framework did not suit his character. He moved to the Etgar Private School where he completed his studies and took his matriculation exams. In 1996, Roy’s “Romance” began to blossom with “Midway Radio – 90 EP.” Roy was a producer of Nir Eichel’s “The Night Is Still Young” program, designed for teenagers and young people. Roy loved the radio and his teammates and devoted himself to his work there with genuine joy. Roy was a significant figure for many and was called by his friends “King”. He had dozens of friends from his various occupations; He was always surrounded by boys and girls who wanted his closeness. At every meeting or social event they would wait for his arrival, as he breathed in a lively and vibrant spirit and created a pleasant and liberated atmosphere. At the beginning of August 1997 Roy enlisted in the Israel Defense Forces and was forced to leave the radio station, but was asked to move to another location and was stationed at a military police training base near Beit Lid. Nir Eichel’s plan changed its name to “Tur-Nir” and Roy made every effort to make it to the beginning of the broadcast in order to carry out the production work.Roy’s dream of obtaining an official producer’s certificate was realized only on the 30th of his death, (13.4.1998), just two days after he celebrated his nineteenth birthday, Roy fell during his service Roy rode to the Automotor exhibition on his motorcycle The new red, received a few days earlier, when a vehicle struck him with great force and killed him. He was buried Nee disappearanceMilitary jeep in Hadera, with 50 motorcyclists escorting him on his last journey and giving him respect. His grave was engraved with the words: “A firstborn son, special, with a mischievous smile, slain on his beloved motorcycle.” Roy left parents, two sisters and a brother. After his death he was promoted to corporal. In a letter of condolence to the bereaved family, Chief of Staff Amnon Lipkin-Shahak wrote: “Roy was described by his commanders as an obedient soldier who fulfilled his missions in the best possible way while striving for perfection. “In May 1998, the Israeli Motorcycle Club held a motorcycling campaign in memory of Roy, when two hundred and thirty motorcyclists arrived at the family’s home, gathered the parents and siblings and set out in a long convoy to the junction where the disaster took place. In December 1998, a ceremony was held for the removal of a lot from Gilad, which was erected in memory of Roy at the scene of the accident: “At the age of 19 and 2 days, you left us for ever and left us. The motorcycle was the love of your life / And on the motorcycle were taken your life. / How glad we were already A man who is a man and / or a girl around you / / How many you have Pinky / And your fingernails I chopped / The smile will never be forgotten / The military police book wrote on the front page: “Despite his young age loved and admired by his fellow soldiers, officers and soldiers, training personnel and commanding soldiers. It seems that the difference in roles and ranks of the members has disappeared and unites all of them is Roy. The school for the military police lost a soldier, a friend and a man. “A friend of the service wrote about Roy:” The thing you remember most about me is your smile, always, always, you had a radiant smile on your lips and no one could take it from you. You were one of the most positive people there, who radiated joy to all around him. “On Roy’s love of motorcycles, a friend wrote:” Not everyone was aware of the ‘disease’ / which overcame it so hard, / so dangerous on the road. Some people think that it is enthusiasm / a matter of age, or just nonsense / but you can understand that they did not get carried away with the same adrenalin / they do not feel the power / and despite everything they saw the danger / danger that I did not see / I got sick … “Roy’s friends wrote:” Like a leaf thirsty for water, / a person wants two, / So why God? / He was a beautiful eyed, / victim in two thousand / who finished life. / You wanted to live forever, / but also forever there is an end. / In the sea love dives forever / but also forever there is a beach. … and you are an angel that stays far / like a shining star but now we can see it only remotely / without possibility / touch it again. / Picked up and will not return / But we will never remember you. “
