Kibbutz
Shoval – January 30, 1998 |
[translated from
Hebrew]
What a joy you were in our lives,
Yonatan. Again and again we were surprised, enjoyed with you and
suffered with you when you suffered. And when you were pleased you
pleased us so much. You even left for us people who try to cheer us
up. Friends who return so much of the love you gave and soldiers who
look after us so nicely, who we so love now.
How warm was your smile and your
love. How wonderful it was with you. How hard to want to continue
without you. In the fall of '96 you spoke of your possible death and
you hoped that after it we would return to our full lives, enjoying
what we enjoyed before. I told you we would try and that it would
surely take a long time. And today it is clear that time has no
meaning. Sometimes it seems to me that ten years have passed, and
sometimes only a few days since I touched you, since I felt the
warmth of your body.
We miss you terribly. At every
moment your name is on the tip of my tongue. Your memory is before
my eyes, separating me from reality. I love you with all my heart.
Mum.
Susie,
Yonatan's mother |