Natasha was 29 at the time, and married to producer Robert Fox. That wasn’t enough to stop the romance from blossoming between her and Liam, though. Her marriage was falling apart, and at the same time, she “fell very much in love” with Liam.
Their chemistry was obvious for everyone present. Luckily for Liam, who was 40 at the time, Natasha’s marriage to Robert was already coming to an end.
When Natasha celebrated her 30th birthday, Liam decided to send her a card from the set of Schindler’s List.
”You’re catching up with me. Lots of love, Oskar.” (Liam played Oskar Schindler in the film.)
But Natasha didn’t find the message as romantic as intended. Instead, she decided it was time to be upfront.
She responded by saying: ”This is like a letter from a buddy. What is our relationship?”
Right then and there, Liam knew he had fallen in love with her.
”That was when I knew I really loved this person,” he said.
”I thought, ‘This is real and genuine and is something that has to be protected.’”
Not long after, in the summer of 1994, the two were married on a farm in upstate New York.
Had two sons together
In 2018, the 63-year-old Taken actor recently appeared on My Favorite Song with John Benjamin Hickey on SiriusXM channel, when he recalled a super sweet moment from his 1994 wedding to Richardson.
Neeson revealed that their wedding song was Van Morrison’s “Crazy Love.”
They had two sons together: Michael born in 1995, followed by Daniel in 1996.
Tragically, Natasha passed away in 2009 at age 45, following a skiing accident in Quebec.
Natasha was taking private skiing lessons in the Mont Tremblant resort when she fell on a beginner’s slope. As Richardson was skiing near Montreal, she fell and took a blow to the head. She was not wearing a helmet.
In the beginning, no one, including Richardson, thought it was severe.
The actress felt okay and against her instructor’s will, she decided to go ahead with her skiing lesson. After a while, the instructor called a ski patrol and wanted medical assistance and an ambulance. But Natalie refused.
However, Natalie and the ski instructor returned to her luxurious Hotel Quintessence room and did checkups to ensure she was okay.
Later, it was revealed that the paramedics who came to the room were turned away. They again recommended she should be seen by a doctor.
Approximately an hour after the incident Mrs. Richardson was not feeling good. An ambulance was called and Mrs. Richardson was brought to the Centre Hospitalier Laurentien in Ste-Agathe and was later trasferred to Hôpital du Sacre-Coeur”.
It turned out that she had suffered serious trauma and it turned out that the impact had left her brain “squashed up against the sided of her skull.”
“I was told she was brain dead. She was on life support and stuff,” Neeson recalled. “And I went in… and told her I loved her. I said, ‘Sweetie, you’re not coming back from this. You’ve banged your head. It’s – I don’t know if you can hear me, but that’s – this is what’s gone down.’”
In the end, Neeson understood that he had to remove her from life support. On 60 Minutes, he explained that the two had “made a pact” that if either one of them got into a “vegetative state,” they were to “pull the plug.”
Natasha passed away on March 18, 2009. But one comforting thing for Neeson was finding her wife’s organ donor status. He said that her heart, liver, and kidneys went to people in need.
For five years following her tragic death, grief-stricken Liam kept silent, finally opening up in a 2014 episode of 60 Minutes.
”I went in to her and I told her I loved her…”
He went on to tell Anderson Cooper that he hadn’t understood the seriousness of Natasha’s accident.
Liam recalled arriving at the hospital. ”She was on life support”, he said.
At the hospital, Liam was shown Natasha’s X-rays.
Doctors told him that his wife was alive, but was considered to be in a vegetative state. She would never recover, according to the medical professionals.
”I’ve taken a tumble in the snow..”
”I spoke to her and she said, “Oh darling. I’ve taken a tumble in the snow.”
‘That’s how she described it.”
It’s heartbreaking to hear him describe their final moments together.
”I went in to her and told her I loved her. Said, ‘Sweetie, you’re not coming back from this. You’ve banged your head. It’s – I don’t know if you can hear me, but that’s – this is what’s gone down. And we’re bringing ya back to New York. All your family and friends will come”, he said.
And five years after she passed away, Liam was understandably still struggling to come to terms with his loss.
In an interview with Loaded magazine, he said: ”Her death was never real. It still kind of isn’t.”
Looking back at their marriage, one of Liam says one of his favorite things about Natasha was her generous and infectious maternal love.
“She cared for everybody,” he said. “She has a motherly instinct. And she’d make dinners for everyone and just looked looked after us all.”
The couple had consented to be organ donors, and Liam saw that promise through after Natasha’s death.
With her passing, Natasha gave life to three people, even though she left three family members behind whose lives would never be the same again.
”Life is very short”
Now, each year, as their wedding anniversary rolls around, Liam remembers the love they shared.
In 2016, Liam shared a message with fans on social media remembering his late wife. He advised everyone to cherish their partners and make the most of each and every day together.
”We have to stop and be thankful for our spouses. Because, life is very short. Spend time with your spouses. Treat them well. Because, one day, when you look up from your phone, they won’t be there anymore. Live and love (every day) like it’s your last. Because, one day, it will be. Take chances and go live life. Tell the ones you love, that you love them every day.”
Liam could not underline enough that people should not take any moment for granted. “Life is worth living,” he said.
Very true, Liam. Very true indeed.
What beautiful memories he has to cling to, and wonderful life instructions for the rest of us to remember and guide us through our own lives!
Nurse Secretly Told Me to Look Under My Husband’s Hospital Bed — What I Found There Made Me Call the Police
During what I thought was a normal hospital visit, my husband’s nurse pulled me aside and whispered: “Listen, I don’t want to alarm you, but… LOOK UNDER YOUR HUSBAND’S BED when you go back to the room.” I wasn’t prepared for what I found and it had me reaching for my phone to dial 911.
I’m still reeling as I write this. Part of me wants to laugh at how ridiculous it all turned out, but the other part? The other part can’t stop replaying every stressful second of last Friday night.
An anxious woman | Source: Midjourney
Ethan, my husband, has been in the hospital for over a week now. He had surgery to fix an old injury that had been bothering him for years — a complication with his hip that finally caught up with him. He’s doing better now, recovering, but it hasn’t been easy. Between working, taking care of the kids, and making sure he’s comfortable, my days have been… hectic, to say the least.
“Mom, when’s Dad coming home?” Tommy had asked that morning, pushing his cereal around his bowl.
“Soon, sweetie,” I’d replied, trying to hide the exhaustion in my voice. “He needs to get stronger first.”
“But I miss him,” Sarah had chimed in, her bottom lip trembling. “It’s not the same without him here.”
“I know, baby. I miss him too. More than you know.” I’d pulled them both into a tight hug, breathing in their familiar scents and drawing strength from their warmth.
A man in a hospital ward | Source: Midjourney
Normally, I visit Ethan in the mornings or afternoons while the kids are at school. But last Friday, my dad offered to take the kids for the night.
“You look like you could use a break,” he’d said, his eyes full of concern. “When was the last time you had a full night’s sleep?”
I couldn’t remember, honestly. But his offer felt like a lifeline. I thought it was a wonderful idea to surprise Ethan with an evening visit. And maybe brighten his day a little.
When I walked into his hospital room, he looked up from his phone and immediately froze.
“Hey,” I said, smiling as I set my bag down on the chair. “You weren’t expecting me, huh?”
A startled man | Source: Midjourney
He blinked a couple of times and gave me a nervous laugh. “No. I mean, uh, didn’t you come earlier today?”
“I did. But I had some extra time, so here I am.” I shrugged, sitting down next to him. “I miss you, you know.”
“Sam…” he whispered, reaching for my hand but stopping halfway. “You shouldn’t… I mean, you must be exhausted. The kids —”
“The kids are with Dad,” I interrupted, studying his face. Something in his expression made my stomach twist. “They miss you so much, Ethan. Sarah cried again this morning.”
His face crumpled for a moment. “God, I hate this. Being stuck here, leaving you to handle everything…”
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“Hey, that’s what marriage is about, right? In sickness and in health?” I tried to joke, but my voice caught slightly.
Ethan smiled, but there was this… I don’t know, distracted look in his eyes. Like his brain was working overtime on something else.
“You okay?” I asked, watching him closely. “You seem… different tonight.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” He picked at the corner of his blanket. “How are the kids?”
We made small talk for a bit, and I peeled an apple for him — his favorite snack. But the whole time, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Ethan’s answers were shorter than usual. And he kept glancing at the door.
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“Remember when we first started dating?” I said, trying to fill the uncomfortable silence. “You used to bring me apples every day because you heard somewhere that ‘an apple a day keeps the doctor away.'”
He laughed, but it sounded strained.
“Ethan,” I reached for his hand again, and this time he let me take it. “Talk to me. What’s going on? Are you in pain? Should I call the nurse?”
A nervous man staring at someone | Source: Midjourney
“No!” he said too quickly, then softened his tone. “No, I’m fine. Really. Just… tired.”
I tried not to overthink it. I figured maybe he was just tired. Surgery takes a toll, right?
But then, on my way to toss the apple peelings in the trashcan outside the ward, I ran into Carla.
Carla is one of Ethan’s nurses. She’s warm, chatty, and the kind of person who instantly puts you at ease. We’d spoken a few times before, but this time, she seemed anxious.
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She stepped into my path, glancing nervously down the hall before lowering her voice. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
“Of course. What’s up?”
Her hands were trembling slightly as she fidgeted with her ID badge. “I shouldn’t be doing this. We’re not supposed to get involved in patients’ personal lives, but…”
“Carla,” I grabbed her arm gently, my heart starting to race. “You’re scaring me. Is something wrong with Ethan? Did the tests show something?”
She shook her head quickly. “No, no, it’s not medical. It’s…” She bit her lip. Her eyes darted toward Ethan’s room, and her voice dropped even lower. “Listen, I don’t want to alarm you, but… look under your husband’s bed when you go back to the room.”
I frowned, confused. “Under his bed? Why?”
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“Just trust me,” she said quickly, her expression almost pleading. “You’ll understand when you see it.”
“Carla, please,” my voice cracked slightly. “If something’s wrong, just tell me. I can handle it.”
“I can’t,” she whispered, looking over her shoulder. “But you need to know. Just… look.”
She turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, a pit of dread growing in my stomach.
What was she talking about? Was something wrong with Ethan? Was there some kind of secret I should’ve noticed?
“Wait!” I called after her, but she already left, her shoes squeaking against the linoleum floor.
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I took a deep breath and headed back to the room, trying to act normal. My hands were shaking so badly that I had to shove them into my pockets.
Ethan was lying back in his bed, scrolling through his phone again.
“Everything okay?” he asked as I sat down.
“Yeah. Just threw out some trash.”
But my mind was racing. Carla’s words echoed in my head: “Look under his bed.”
I needed an excuse. Something casual. I quickly grabbed the apple I’d been peeling earlier and pretended to drop it.
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“Oops,” I said, crouching down.
That’s when I saw it. My heart stopped.
There, under the bed, were eyes… staring back at me.
At first, I thought I was imagining things. But no. There was a woman crouched there, staring back at me like a deer caught in headlights.
“What the —” I shot to my feet. “Who the hell are you? What are you doing under my husband’s bed?”
Ethan’s heart monitor started beeping faster. “Wait, wait… Samantha, it’s not what you —”
“Don’t you dare ‘wait’ me! After everything we’ve been through? After ten years of being together?”
Grayscale shot of a woman hiding | Source: Midjourney
“Sam, please —”
I didn’t let him finish. “What is she doing here, Ethan?” My hands were shaking as I grabbed my phone. “I’m calling the police. What is this? Some kind of joke?”
The woman scrambled out from under the bed, her face as red as a firetruck. She looked mortified.
“Please!” Ethan started to panic. He reached for my phone, wincing as the movement pulled at his IV. “Samantha, stop. It’s not what you think.”
“Not what I think?” I stared at him, my chest heaving. Tears were burning in my eyes. “There’s a WOMAN under your bed, Ethan! What else am I supposed to think? That she dropped her contact lens under there?”
“Miss Samantha, I can explain —” the woman started.
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“How dare you?” I yelled, backing away from both of them. “How long has this been going on? Is this why you’ve been acting so strange, Ethan?”
The heart monitor’s beeping grew more insistent. Ethan shifted in the bed, wincing as he carefully swung his legs over the side. His movements were slow and deliberate, his hands gripping the edge of the mattress for support. The IV pole rattled softly as he stood, unsteady on his feet, his hospital gown fluttering slightly with the effort.
I could see him struggling to keep his balance, his knuckles white as he braced himself. “Please, just listen to me,” he said, his voice trembling. “I can explain.”
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“Explain WHAT, Ethan? That you’re cheating on me in a hospital room? While I’m at home, taking care of our children, running myself ragged trying to keep everything together?”
“No! God, no. It’s not like that.” He glanced at the woman, who looked like she wanted to sink into the floor. “Tell her,” he said.
The woman hesitated, then mumbled, “I’m a wedding planner.”
I blinked. “A… what?”
She straightened, still avoiding my gaze. “Ethan hired me to help organize a surprise wedding. For you.”
I stared at her like she’d just spoken another language. “A… wedding? For me? What are you talking about?”
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Ethan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s true. I’ve been working with her to plan a wedding. For us. A real one.”
“But… but why all the secrecy? Why hide her under the bed like some… some teenager sneaking around?”
“Because you weren’t supposed to be here!” Ethan’s voice broke. “We’ve been planning this for months.”
A sad man | Source: Midjourney
The woman nodded awkwardly. “We were finalizing the details — your favorite colors, flowers, everything. He wanted it all to be perfect. We overheard you talking to someone on the phone outside the ward, and we didn’t want to give away the surprise… so he told me to hide under the bed. I’m so sorry for the misunderstanding.”
“I found our old wedding photo the other day,” Ethan continued, his eyes glistening. “Remember? City hall, you in that simple white dress, me in my dad’s old suit? You deserved so much more than that rushed ceremony.”
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. The anger I’d felt moments ago melted into something softer, something that made my chest ache.
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“You… you were planning a wedding?” I whispered. “All this time?”
Ethan nodded, reaching for my hand. “I know it sounds crazy, but… I just wanted to surprise you. To make you happy. To give you the wedding day you always dreamed about before…”
“Before what?” I pressed, squeezing his hand.
“Before anything else can go wrong,” he whispered. “I love you, Sam. More than anything. I want to marry you again, properly this time, surrounded by our kids, family, and friends.”
For a moment, I just stood there, staring at him. Then, slowly, I started to laugh, tears streaming down my face.
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“You are insane!” I said, shaking my head. “Do you have any idea how close I was to calling 911? I thought… God, I thought the worst.”
Ethan gave me a sheepish smile. “Yeah… sorry about that. Not my brightest moment, having Jessica hide under the bed.”
The wedding planner — Jessica — muttered another apology before slipping out of the room, leaving the two of us alone.
As the door clicked shut, Ethan reached for my hand. “So… what do you think? Still mad at me?”
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I squeezed his hand, my heart full. “Mad? No. But you owe me a real explanation… and maybe a drink when we get out of here!” I laughed, then added softly, “And Ethan? I don’t care if we have to have our first dance in wheelchairs when we’re 90. As long as it’s with you.”
He pulled me close, and I could feel his tears dampening my shoulder. “I love you,” he whispered. “Even after ten years, I fall more in love with you every day.”
“I love you too,” I murmured back. “But next time you plan a surprise? Maybe don’t hide the planner under the bed!”
His laughter, warm and genuine this time, filled the hospital room, and everything felt right again.
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