Letter of Love from Stavroula Kitiri, Head of Oncology Center Pharmacy
"My dear Mr. Androula,
I thank from the bottom of my heart God who required me to live with you some of the last moments of your earthly life. Thank you for the gift you gave me the least slave of God, to open the book of your life, so rich in works of love.
The time has come for your soul to enjoy the goods of Paradise, the eternal life that you justly acquired with everything you have built in this life, with pain, tears, sorrow, toil and sigh for all your fellow human beings.
Today your temporary life is over, and eternal life begins in a place of rest where there is no sorrow, pain, sorrow or sighing but endless life, in the arms of God and the Virgin, with your loved ones Christopher and Father Evelthon.
Your works were pleasing to God. You have applied in your life the love that the Lord taught us so vividly in the Gospel of Judgment. You have helped every person in your life by facing Christ himself in his face. Because you saw me naked and dressed me, hungry and gave me food to eat, thirsty and thirsty for me, a stranger and you welcomed me into your home, sick and comforting me, imprisoned and visited me.
You truly did the will of God and I experienced this intensely during your hospitalization in the Oncology where I had the honor to serve you as much as I could. What to say about the greatness of your soul.
I had to send several messages with your guidance, through which the rich world of your soul was revealed to me. Instead of thinking about your own pain, your mind and thoughts were on the KEPA that you loved and supported so much, you offered to needy students, to needy patients, to the mentally ill who needed a word of consolation, to the afflicted of Madagascar, to the monasteries even to prisoners.
As much as you give God sends many times you said. And you, through your own pain, did not concentrate on yourself but transcended yourself, giving this consolation, serving others. I experienced them so intensely near you, and there are so many that I definitely forgot to mention some.
Your only concern was the salvation of your soul and the fear that you might not have done all the work you should have done. You gave everything in your life and yet you felt that you were taking everything! Your great love, Saint Ephraim of Katounaki and all our saints. Confession and divine communion, with these you were fermented, with Christ you adorned your soul.
You were very rested by the true story that Father Marios told us and that you wanted me to tell you constantly. Even 15 days ago when we met at KEPA, you wanted me to tell it and write it because it gave you great comfort.
That's why I feel I have to record it in your love:
"In a small monastery in Hymettus lived a holy Abbess, Salomi who was strict and only one submissive had accepted. One night a young pregnant girl visited their monastery, who was expelled from her home by her parents due to the pregnancy of an unknown father. Salomi hosted her and left her to stay in the monastery where she gave birth to her baby. One night Abbess Salomi heard a baby crying, entered the room but his mother was not there. She gave milk to the baby thinking that she would return at some point but this did not happen.
He did not return and as the days passed Salomi thought of handing over the baby to the police. Then he saw a vision. Her soul left and as she ascended to heaven she met the customs. As soon as he met the first one he heard a voice "Resurrected orphan" and passed, in the second customs again he heard the voice "Resurrected orphan" and this continued, until he passed all the customs undisturbed and reached the Virgin Mary who said to Christ "Resurrected orphan" and he put her in Paradise without asking her anything else. After this vision, Salomi grew up, cared for and married this baby despite the comments of the people who criticized her that the child was hers. God did not judge her either for her good works or for her sins. For God, what he measured was that he raised the orphaned baby.
Let us not worry too much about what we have done but let ourselves confidently surrender to the infinite mercy of God. Our goodness is not greater than the greatness of God, and our sins are no greater than His mercy. "
I remember you at the Oncology before treating cancer, serving other patients with love. I remember you at the Oncology and when you fell ill with cancer and came for chemotherapy that again your concern was the neighbor, his material or spiritual relief, consolation and help and concern for his salvation.
I humbly apologize for revealing another greatness of your soul. One day you said to me: "I will tell you something I have not told anyone, when I saw Maria, my brother's wife suffering from cancer, you can not imagine the pain and crying I did. I prayed with tears to God to give me her cancer. And God heard me, only he did not take it from Mary for his own reasons but gave it to me, I did not know what it was until then. When Maria fell asleep, the cancer came to me and then I understood. Never ask God for such a thing, the cross is big. During the days he was at the Oncology we developed a close relationship as a mother and daughter.
She served and put in her prayer all her "roommates" who were treated with her in the same room.
She called everyone who helped her, even in the slightest, angels.
She arranged everything, had a glue and wrote, prepared the luggage for her trip, instructed me to tell on the phone and in the messages to those who had to, not to leave their ministry with the love baskets of KEPA, that was the great of concern, love baskets, no one is left without a basket. A man with so many problems to think of others, to continue their work, so as not to lose their salary. There in the Center of Love and Offer Agios Christoforos (KEPA), there you left your last breath, in the place you served, in the place you loved and once again I thank God who demanded me to say goodbye. Everything was done as you wished, your Christian endings, in pain but relieved of pain, shameless, peaceful and without additional suffering to your loved ones, your soul flew to heaven, Sunday, day of the Lord, day of forgiveness.
This was, my beloved, a saint in the world, an example to be imitated for every human being, for every Christian, a shining beacon for every companion on the difficult path of this life.
Eternal memory, forever in my heart,
Stavroula ”