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It was not unexpected, because she had been rather seriously ill for some time, but it was, alas, premature. (After all, this was the woman my brother had hoped to grow old with, to serve a second mission together with [they met as missionaries in the then-Italy-Catania Mission, but, no, in case you're wondering [as if it's anyone's business! ] nothing developed romantically until he came home and she came to the States], and so on.) Those closest to her are experiencing a mix of grief and relief ... grief at her passing, relief that she no longer is suffering.
I know we have some widowers here on the Board. I'm not sure what to say beyond the typical, the standard, the (alas!) seemingly wholly inadequate.
"Welcome back to The Bachelors Club!" ... no doubt is so incredibly, completely, indubitably, inanely, insensitively out. (Of course, our situations are completely different: Less like "apples-and-oranges" and more like "apples-and-Buicks": Personally, I think whoever said, "It is better to have loved and lost" [which applies to him] "than never to have loved at all" [which, perhaps, applies to me] was a complete, utter, total moron.)