Sharon Gordani, 25: Engineering student would play guitar for family

Sharon Gordani, 25, from Kidron, was murdered by Hamas terrorists while trying to flee the Supernova music festival on October 7.

When the rocket fire began, Sharon and his friends fled the festival until they hit a police roadblock, which sent them back in the other direction. They stopped and sought safety in a roadside bomb shelter near Kibbutz Alumim.

There Sharon and many others were murdered when Hamas terrorists threw grenades inside the shelter. In a nearby bomb shelter, his childhood friend Idan Herman and Idan’s girlfriend Eden Naftali were also slain. Two months later, Sharon and Idan’s close friend, Maj. Ben Shelly, was killed fighting in Gaza.

Sharon was buried on October 15 in Kidron. He is survived by his parents, Limor and Eyal, and his three siblings, Tal, Sara and Moriya.

Born and raised in Kidron, a small moshav near Gedera, Sharon’s family said he loved the outdoors, riding bikes and learning Krav Maga, according to a state eulogy. In high school, they said, he didn’t spend much time in the classroom, but developed a love of playing music and photography.

After graduating he served in the IDF’s Armored Corps, and was injured during his service but recovered and returned to the unit. After his release from service, Sharon worked a number of jobs, including as a bartender, event photographer and barber. Not long afterward, he enrolled in the Azrieli College of Engineering in Jerusalem to study mechanical engineering. He completed three years of studies and was slated to begin his fourth year just after he was slain.

His younger sister, Moriya, wrote on Instagram, “Sharon, my dear brother, you left us too soon. You were only 25 when you went and left behind a huge hole in the shape of your smile, which will never be filled.”

Moriya said that Sharon “was our light at home, and I’ll never forget Friday nights when you would take out your guitar and play while Mom and I sang — I loved those moments so much… I hoped that we would have more time together, even if during that time you would just tell me to shut up. I wanted to see you grow up and develop, what I wouldn’t give just to see you one more time.”

Over the past year, Sharon’s mother Limor shared posts of poetry and prose on Facebook describing her son, their memories and her mourning process.

“Sharon was pedantic,” she wrote in one post. “He’d get a haircut every two days, with an iron in hand he’d straighten every crease before going out. He’d even organize the cups in the drawer. ‘It’s not important,’ I’d say, the drawer will be empty soon, but he wouldn’t answer and would keep arranging. He was like that — if you’d offer him something he didn’t want, he’d just not answer, simply wouldn’t respond.”

In another post, Limor wrote that she was “thinking what kind of food to make that Sharon likes. He likes red rice and Israeli couscous. I have to think of an excuse every time I make food that Sharon likes that nobody else does. Perhaps he’ll come…”

Limor recounted in one post that “Sharon and I had a deal. He didn’t need to call me, but he’d send a photo. Not every day but often. If he forgot I would send him question marks (???) and he’d quickly respond with a photo.”

“I wanted to see a forecast — if his expression was clownish or annoyed, wanted to see the color of his skin, if he slept enough or was tired. This deal between Sharon and me is over… it has expired.”