In Memoriam

24 of Kislev, 5724 – 12 of Cheshvan, 5751
10.12.1963 – 31.10.1990
Son of Mazal and Yossi, brother to Tal and Nira, member of the “Hatzav” Group.
Born in Shamir on 24 of Kislev, 5724 (10.12.1963).
Fell in the line of duty on 12 of Cheshvan, 5751 (31.10.1990).
He was 27 years old at the time of his passing.

Shahar, the son of Mazal and Yossi, tragically lost his life in a car accident while returning from reserve duty, at just 27 years old.
His tragic death shocked his loving family, his friends in the “Hatzav” Group, the members of the kibbutz and its children, and his many friends in Israel and abroad. His cheerful and playful personality, full of life and optimism, seemed so at odds with the silence of his death.
Conversations with his friends from the kibbutz paint a picture of a mischievous and witty child, an energetic teenager full of pranks and humor, whose witty remarks even became common sayings. He was someone who knew how to organize things for everyone.
After completing his studies and military service, he went traveling – coming and going as he pleased. He enjoyed life to the fullest, knowing how to have fun but also how to return when needed at the kibbutz, never severing ties for too long. It seemed as if he was trying to experience all the joys of his youthful life.
Shahar loved people and knew how to connect with all ages. His polite and respectful attitude toward adults was remarkable, while at the same time he had close bonds with children, whom he knew how to engage (and to horse around with…) on the dining hall lawn and by the pool. He teased affectionately and made amends with humor. He held a special place among the volunteers, organizing trips and social evenings for them. Many hosted him in their homes, even abroad.
Reflections on his reserve duty again highlight Shahar’s caring nature – attentive to organization and task management, but also to easing tensions and boosting group morale. Even there, he formed close friendships. Above all, Shahar cherished his family. His bond with his entire family was exceptionally strong and uniquely personal with each member: his parents Mazal and Yossi, of course; on one side, his grandmother Hannah, whom he always remembered to write to and visit whenever he was home; on the other, Tal and Hannah, to whom he was not just a brother, but also a friend; to Hila, their daughter who loved him dearly; and the special relationship he had with his sister Nira, always bringing her thoughtful gifts. This mischievous young man knew with such delicacy how to calm his worried parents and express love to his brother, his sister, his niece.
Shahar is now missing from his place amid his family, and no one can express it better than his parents:

“The clock you bought continues to mark the passing time,
but no new memories have been added to the many we hold,
and those that remain, we continue to cherish.”