Widowhood Tales 46, Carrissa: Crushed By A Trailer

Widowhood Tales 46, Carrissa: Crushed By A Trailer

My name is Carrissa and this is my widowhood story.

I was married for fifteen years before my husband died in an accident. Lanre was a caring and doting father to our children. I must say he was one of the few responsible men I knew back then. I had been in some relationships that left me scarred. At that point, I had lost hope in finding a good man before Lanre came into my life.

We met at an event hosted by his company. I was the decorator and he was the person I was to liaise with. We became friends and later lovers. He made me give him a chance and he didn’t disappoint. I have never been loved the way Lanre did.


Fifteen years of marriage and I was still in love with him. He made sure we celebrated our anniversaries every year by taking me out. We never quarreled more than a day at a time. Lanre also supported my interior decorations business by giving me money and some of his contacts. When I heard some of my married friends complain about their husbands, I would be surprised because I had no such story to tell. This may sound hard to believe but we were happy together. Our union produced three children, two boys, and a girl.

On the day Lanre died, he had called me from the office telling me he would be home late. He needed to help a colleague set up for a family event; my husband was selfless like that. I was also busy preparing for a church outreach.

Journey to widowhood

It was later that night at about 10:30 pm that I realized his phone was turned off. I tried reaching his colleague but he told me my husband had left several hours earlier. At that point, I panicked because it was unusual for him to go off the radar. I tried to remain calm as I called his siblings and none of them had seen or heard from him.
It was the next day we got the shocking news of his death in an accident. A trailer fell on his car and he was crushed to death. I was sedated for days and I didn’t get to see my children for a few days as events unfolded around me. My world collapsed and all I wanted was to join my husband. I just went through the motions for the funeral.


After the burial, I tried to settle into my new life as a widow. Oh, it was tough, I cried every blessed day. I still do sometimes. Sometimes I would just hold my kids and cry. The experience made me highly protective of them. I feel lonely too. Truly, I just miss my husband, my lover, friend and confidante. I don’t think any other man would do for me. I’m stronger now than I was when it first happened last year and I pray for God’s continual help emotionally.
Thank you for letting me share my story here.

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My thoughts…

Thanks so very much Carrissa for sharing your story. It takes courage to share. Sharing though brings some relief. I pray that God helps you find full healing for your heart and soul. I pray also that the kids get solace.

When you do open your heart, I pray that God helps you find the right man and bring him your way. In Jesus Mighty name Amen!. He is God almighty and nothing is too hard for him.

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