Dating widowed man
And this is exactly what I didn't want, and indeed an issue my wife raised towards the end of her life.
After all, it's a very crowded dating market out there – and grief is a long way from romance.
I discovered quite quickly that I hated the word, as it emphasised what I've lost.
Nevertheless, in the months after my wife's death, a grieving widower was exactly what I was, all the while trying to keep things together to be a good father.
The loss of the family unit, sense of abandonment, complications with how the kids deal with the situation – there was plenty of common ground.
I met several single mothers, some of whom became friends, others brief, unsuccessful relationships, and I began to feel a bit like Hugh Grant in the film About a Boy – only I hadn't invented my children.