I once dated a widow, a good 18 months after his untimely accidental death. I didn’t know him but a few good fiends did, these friends set me up with her.
I only visited her house a couple of times. But when I did it creeped me out a little. There were photographs of him everywhere – a small shrine in the hall with candles etc.
He was spoken about every day by her and her friends – all her family still lived back in Asia but when they spoke on Skype I’d hear his name mentioned.
If there was a spark between us I think I’d have tried to stick it out a little longer than the few dates we had. But it was just a bit too much for me.