Kibbutz
Shoval – January 30, 1998 |
[translated from
Hebrew]
Beloved Yonatan, a year has passed without you and you are so
missed here. I miss your sureness of purpose, the confident look in
your eyes. I miss your courage, your daring. I miss the serious
talks with you, and also the jokes. There was so much in you of both
the seriousness and the humor. I miss your ability to give of
yourself - which was so great. The desire always to help - with such
a large sincere heart. I miss your good smile. All of you is missed
here, Yonatan.
Almost never does a day pass where I do not remember times we had
together. And the sadness, the sadness is in the heart. I remember
Shabbatot when we came to visit you, talking laughing, and finishing
off a box of sugar flakes with milk. I remember when I had to learn
to navigate and I traveled with you to the Goral Hills and you
explained in detail the principles of navigation. I was so glad I
had a friend like that, who could explain and give of himself with
an open heart.
We are standing now above your grave. And we'll stand here many
more times. And inside of me, Yonatan, I am still dazed and do not
believe. Maybe it would be better to think that you didn't leave and
you are still with us. Your body not, but what is you, yes - with us
deep and strong. I want you to know it. Classmate, friend, I love
you.
Elad Duneyevsky |