From Kibbutz Kfar Masaryk
Sivan was raised to become a person of values, hardworking, a man of the land — connected to the soil and to the kibbutz, and happy with the simple things.
Sivan expanded every framework he was part of, and did things in his own creative and unique way.
Sivan accomplished a great deal in his short life. He believed in the saying “live on the edge — so as not to take up space” — both because from a young age he loved extreme experiences, and because he was humble and made room for everyone.
He had a superb sense of humor, was caring and sensitive, a good person and a good friend — he had many friends of different ages, and managed to touch and reach many people.
Sivan was a true kibbutznik, a simple person who loved people, experiences, laughing, doing good — he simply loved life.
We will remember him forever happy, with the wide smile, the optimism, and the doing of good.
A gladiator who still had not had the chance to fight.
Sivan was killed in the Iron Swords war, on 6.11.24, by a direct hit from a missile fired from Lebanon, while he was working in the fields of the kibbutz, Kfar Masaryk.
Sivan was four months before enlistment in the army, to the Paratroopers, and until enlistment he worked in agriculture in the kibbutz field crops. That day he went out in the evening to the fields to check the irrigation in the broccoli field.
At 18:02 a siren sounded. Sadly, the kibbutz fields are areas the army chose not to intercept. Sivan got out of the vehicle, lay down in a ditch by the side of the road, but the missile from Lebanon hit him directly and left him no chance.
Sivan, my eldest son, gave me the greatest gift and made me a mother.
He taught me the important lessons in life; I was proud to be the mother of such a special child.
May his memory be a blessing.