Elon Wiess

From Psagot.
Elon, beloved of our hearts, husband of Neta, father of Yedidya, Hodaya, Rachel, Reut, Talia, Yehonatan, and Shira. A loving father-in-law to Nitzan and Avichai. Son of Giora and Bat Sheva.

A family man, a loving husband, and a deeply connected and devoted father.

An educator in every fiber of his being, he loved his students as his own children and invested many hours in them.

Deeply connected to the service of God with all his being; Torah was an inseparable part of him.

Playful and spirited, a blend of child and adult.

A man with kind eyes—sensitive, attentive, and deeply empathetic.

Elon was a man of mission, in the simplest and quietest way, without fanfare—wherever he was needed, with gentleness.

Always engaged in public service—serving in the community secretariat, as a synagogue גבאי (warden), and volunteering with “Yedidim.”

He worked as a tour guide, often voluntarily, rejoicing in every opportunity to travel throughout our beloved הארץ (land).

A full-time student at Bar-Ilan University, on a doctoral track.

For twenty-eight years, he served in the reserves for about a month and a half every single year, even when it was not easy. He deeply appreciated those who stood behind him at home, enabling him to contribute to the המדינה (state), to the Land of Israel that he so loved, in the most natural and simple way. At the height of Simchat Torah, he rose and went out to defend the homeland.

Months of fighting in the north in the first round, and about a week after the wedding of his daughter Rachel, under an emergency call-up (Tzav 8), Elon’s company began a second round of reserve duty—this time in Gaza.

On Shabbat, Parashat “Naso,” the 9th of Sivan, 5784 (June 15, 2024), during an active assault on Hamas terrorists, the tank of Elon, Eitan, Nir, and Netanel hit a mine. Eitan and Elon were killed.

Out of deep longing and our close acquaintance with Elon, we promised to continue in his path—with greatness, faith, and joy of life.

His daughter writes: “I am the second daughter out of seven children. My father and I had a truly special bond—he was my favorite person in the whole world. Everywhere I went, people knew him and knew how much I admired him… He was a sensitive and attentive father, not pressuring, and he shared his own life as well… and his hugs—there were none like them. A hug that erased all problems, a comforting and embracing hug. I miss him so much.”

May the memory of our beloved be a blessing.