A beloved family man, a brother, son and uncle.
Shahaf loved the land of Israel - he knew every hiking path, mountain and stream.
A farmer in his soul.
A good, honest friend, who always made sure to take care of his buddies, and to organize whatever was needed so that everyone could enjoy themselves.
Shahaf was murdered in his room in Kfar Aza while he was getting ready to go out and fight as a reserve soldier. We will never know what Shahaf experienced in his last moments. Shahar was left alone and our hearts remain there, on October 7th.