|Memorial For Idan
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16-6-90 to 17-10-09
Idan was the son of Robert and Yaffa Geffen, grandson of Abraham and Ethel Geffen, greatgrandson of Rabbi Tuvia Geffen. He died tragically while serving in the Israel Defense Forces. He is survived by his parents and sister, Aynat, who live in Moshav Nir Moshe, in Israel's southern Negev. Idan graduated Shaar Hanegev High School, majoring in chemistry and physics, was a gifted musician, and had earned his black belt in karate after years of training.
From Idan's Family....To all our family and friends in the US and Canada-
|Robert's words at the funeral
We will never know what happened the night that we
lost you, but we, and everyone who knew you, knows that it was a terrible
You were always full of the joy of life. Already as a
small child you were the embodiment of enthusiasm, in everything you did, and
that continued until today.
Only just a week ago we hiked together in Sde Boker
and I saw how much you enjoyed swimming in the cool waters of the Akev spring.
world lost such a good and wonderful human being, and did not get to see the
huge potential that was inside you. It’s important that everyone hear a little
bit about that.
You were a person with so many different
talents. You were a great musician, blessed with an excellent musical memory
that I so much admired. And when the muse arrived, you just had to play, and
everyone enjoyed it.
studied karate for years and at the age of 16 reached the great achievement of
black belt. To watch you train was like watching a dance, you were so good and
beautiful doing it.
high school you made excellent grades, and we will never know where you would
have reached and what the world lost. Just last week we talked about what you
might want to study in the future and you surprised me when you said
were your ambitions, to touch the stars.
love you forever,
Dad,Aynat and all the family
|Yaffa's words to Idan, at his grave, 30 days after:
My dear Idan, my firstborn
been a month since we received the bitter news.
month that I feel as if I’m in a fictional horror movie, not believing that I’m
taking part in it, waiting for the moment that I wake up from this delusion to
the peaceful routine that I knew before.
were born on June 16, 1990, into a struggle for survival. For almost seven days
you didn’t eat, another week in intensive care, another two weeks of trying to
teach you to eat. Despite all the apprehensions you left the hospital as a
healthy child in every way, smiling and full of vitality.
you were about 4 months old I hugged you in my arms, stood facing the mirror,
and enjoyed how we looked together- me, a mother because of you; you, my beloved firtborn baby; when suddenly
the thought crossed my mind that I received you “on loan”.
loan?” I ask, and for such a short time???
grew up as a child of nature, sensitive and special, curious and enthusiastic.
You were vegetarian from birth until bar mitzva, out of choice. You loved
animals so much, especially cats. From the moment you learned to talk you spoke
with God and about God, as if you were born with the absolute knowledge that He
exists, and you held on to this faith until your last day.You were a modest
boy, with a shy smile, who made do with little as if from a material standpoint
you came satisfied into the world.
about the age of 16 you began to develop your body. In addition to the karate training
you added to your schedule a routine of running and physical training, you
started to eat meat- you especially loved shwarma- in order to strengthen your
muscles and prepare yourself for the combat military service that you insisted
will be one year since you were inducted into the army.
haven’t even gotten used to the idea that you are a soldier, and you already
are not with us anymore.You disappeared from us so suddenly and we are left
stunned, hurting, and refusing to believe, we can’t comprehend.
are left with the memories and the longing. The memory of the sounds of your
wonderful piano playing, the memory of your flexible body dancing to the karate
moves, the memory of you stretching out in front of the television, watching
with active enthusiasm action movies, mysteries, and animated films, yes in
your soul you still were a child.
the last week before your tragic, incomprehensible death, you were on leave at
home. You were effervescent and lively.You took pride in your new swimming
“record”. We spent a whole day together, shopping, errands, you wanted to buy
new jeans, and you did, after a thorough and uncompromising search, ignoring
the flattery of the salesgirls.You knew exactly where you wanted to have lunch,
and you made sure to choose a nutrious, healthy dish- healthy food was
important to you for a healthy body.
spent hours in front of the television, rolling with laughter or alternatively
making your comments, advising the heros of the films as if you were taking an
active part in the story, running to the fridge every so often to find another
treat, another taste of fun.
met with friends, you went with Dad hiking, and gave him a lot of pleasure just
from bringing up the idea of hiking together, just him and you.
I want to believe that you are now in a better world, enwrapped in the love of
Savta Adina [Robert’s mother, Ethel] and Saba Moshe [Yaffa’s father, Moshe],
watching us from above, seeing and not being seen, hearing and not being heard.
want to believe that your soul will accompany us in our earthly lives that are
so hard to bear, as if you haven’t left us at all.
delicate soul- your memory will be with us forever. My dear jewel. You were and
forever will be an inseperable part of me and the family.
dear Idan- may your soul rest in Paradise. Nishmatcha eden.
|Aynat's words to Idan, 30 days later:
|I’m standing on a bridge and its paint is new
On one side you are here but not on the other side
And it is hard for me to cross the rickety bridge
Because the abyss below is deep
An abyss of madness and longing.
I play on the guitar quiet melodies
Melodies of longing
Without words, without voice
While inside there is a great cry
And a song rolls around my stomach
And ever so slowly the tears well up and flood my eyes
And everything looks blurred
And you, you’re not seen at all
You went too far
To a place that’s not a place
To no place
And my throat chokes
A string breaks
And when night falls
The sun is missing
But for me you are missing
By night and also by day
And the darkness suddenly frightens
Confuses, deludes For you are not here
But your soul is with me.
Every plane that flies in the sky
Every star that shines in my eyes
Reminds me of you
A wagtail before the rain
Crickets in the evening hours
Will always await you.
Shani's (Idan's cousin) words to Idan, 30 days after:
thought is cloudy and the soul sinks to unknown places.
though in this land we know better than everyone, and since we were small- that
sometimes that is life, and things like this happen-even so, lately our world
turned into a strange place, different and strange to live in. People say that
there are no other worlds. But we know today that you can get up and walk and
eat and be silent like everyone- but in a totally other world.
knows its job and does not concede to anyone. Mortals like us can only stamp our feet and cry- and if that is
not enough? If we want more time? Another moment? For we have so much to do, so
many things we haven’t yet said, so many things that have to be said again- but
our time is up.
time has begun for us- a time without him. A time of absence, of without.
his laugh, without his song, without the things he loved to do and the things
we loved to do with him. Without new memories of him. Everyone remains with his own memories of Idan. But
no one has enough. Already 30 days of absence.
all this time I don’t believe it. It can’t really be like this. I am sure, that
at any moment I will return to that world, familiar and comfortable, in which I know where they are, where
I am, and where Idan is. A world in which I have comfort to offer, and ways to
find solutions. A world in which I have words and my words have meaning. And
until I wake up time continues to pass, we continue to live in the world of the
“absent”, the “without”, the
“there is no”. That the only thing that exists there- is longing.