Tamar Gutman, 27: Killed at rave, a rare outing for the law student
Murdered along with four childhood friends at the Supernova music festival on October 7
Tamar Gutman, 27, from Kfar Bin Nun, was murdered by Hamas terrorists at the Supernova music festival on October 7.
Tamar attended the rave with four childhood friends — Eden Moshe, Ben Binyamin Cohen, Dor Taar and Yiftah Twig — who were all slain in the attack that day.
Her friends’ bodies were found in the days following the onslaught, but Tamar was not identified, and she was presumed missing and possibly abducted. Almost a month after she was killed, her body was finally identified and she was buried on November 5 in the Gezer regional cemetery next to her four friends.
She is survived by her parents, Yaira and Dudi, and her three sisters, Adva, Ella and Netta.
Her sister, Adva, last heard from Tamar while she was trying to flee on October 7 around 7:30 a.m. Gutman told Adva that she was in the car, but couldn’t leave because of the attacks taking place on the road. She said that security forces had told them to stay at the site, rather than try and escape.
Tamar was a second-year law student. She hadn’t left the house much in recent years as she suffered from repeated attacks of Crohn’s disease and required multiple hospitalizations and constant medication.
Tamar had a distinctive tattoo on her torso of a dandelion, with the seeds flying away as birds, and the quote: “Die with memories not dreams.”
Her friend, Mor Sela, wrote on Facebook to “my Tamari, my ray of sunshine.”
“I met Tamari eight years ago on base and it was love at first sight,” she wrote. “We went through so much together over the years, relationships, the army, studies, hospitalizations, vacations, birthdays, celebrations, moments of tears and of laughter.”
Mor said that Tamar “had a long future ahead of you and one wish — ‘to die with memories and not dreams’ — unfortunately you didn’t achieve all of them.”
She was the family caregiver, said Adva, “she cooked for everyone in the family the night before.”
On what would have been her 28th birthday, her sister, Netta, wrote that “I was supposed to call you today and wish you mazel tov and tell you how much I love you and how lucky I am to have you, and you were supposed to prattle on for three hours about nonsense in the way only you can.”
Instead, “I lost the most important thing to me in the world,” wrote Netta. “I lost lost you, my big sister, the one who was always there for me, you always knew what to say to help me get through the day.”
