Talented actress Suzanne Somers, had lost her life after her long struggling with breast cancer, at the age of 76.
Her spokeperson had announced her passing as, “passed away peacefully at home in the early morning hours of October 15th.”
On her birthday, October 16, her family had decided to celebrate her successful life, instead of just her birthday.
She had fought with breast cancer for more then 23 years, as her assistants had stated that she had her final moments with her family, her husband, Alan, her son, Bruce, and rest of her family and friends.
The family had gathered a special, private ceremony for her this week, and there will be a Memorial for her on November.
She had fought and won over the cancer, as in her 30s, she had fought with skin cancer, and later on her 50s, she had struggled with breas cancer.
“My cancer is a disease that affected my whole family and once it hit me in my 20s, Alan and I got even closer and every moment of every day was precious. We have not spent even one day apart in over 42 years…” she said.
“I have been living with cancer for decades now, using the best of alternative and conventional medicine to keep it at bay. Every time that little f***** pops up, I continue to bat it back.” She had stated in an interview, back in July.
“It’s a recurrence of my breast cancer. Like any cancer patient, when you get that dreaded, ‘It’s back,’ you get a pit in your stomach. Then I put on my battle gear and go to war. This is familiar battleground for me, and I’m very tough.”
With her role in 1977, she had her breakthrough with Chrissy Snow, in the show, Three’s Company.
In her long and successful career, she had even became the ThighMaster representative, that made $300 million. Her husband was her co-owner of the instrument, Alan Hamel.
“It’s really hard for me to eat food that’s not organic because I had cancer.” She stated her need for a healthy life.
She is married to Alan Hamel, since 1977, and they had three grandchildren, Camelia, Violet, and Daisy.
After she had lost her life, her husband, Alan, had revealed the letter he had wrote for her. He gave the note to his wife, Suzanne, day before her passing. Here is the note:
“Love I use it every day, sometimes several times a day. I use it at the end of emails to my loving family. I even use it in emails to close friends. I use it when I’m leaving the house,”
“There’s love, then love you and I love you!! Therein lies some of the different ways we use love. Sometimes I feel obliged to use love, responding to someone who signed love in their email, when I’m uncomfortable using love but I use it anyway.”
“I also use love to describe a great meal. I use it to express how I feel about a show on Netflix. I often use love referring to my home, my cat Gloria, to things Gloria does, to the taste of a cantaloupe I grew in my garden. I love the taste of a freshly harvested organic royal jumbo medjool date. I love biting a fig off the tree. I love watching two giant blackbirds who live nearby swooping by my window in a power dive. My daily life encompasses things and people I love and things and people I am indifferent to,”
“I could go on ad infinitum, but you get it. What brand of love do I feel for my my wife Suzanne? Can I find it in any of the above? A resounding no!!!! There is no version of the word that is applicable to Suzanne and I even use the word applicable advisedly.”
“The closest version in words isn’t even close. It’s not even a fraction of a fraction of a fraction. Unconditional love does not do it. I’ll take a bullet for you doesn’t do it. I weep when I think about my feelings for you. Feelings… That’s getting close, but not all the way.”
“55 years together, 46 married and not even one hour apart for 42 of those years. Even that doesn’t do it,”
“Even going to bed at 6 o’clock and holding hands while we sleep doesn’t do it. Staring at your beautiful face while you sleep doesn’t do it.”
“I’m back to feelings. There are no words,”
“There are no actions. No promises. No declarations. Even the green shaded scholars of the Oxford University Press have spent 150 years and still have failed to come up with that one word. So I will call it, ‘Us,’ uniquely, magically, indescribably wonderful ‘Us.’”
Alan, also posted their pictures from Suzanne’s Instagram account, and released a message for his late wife, in all caps.
“LOVE
THERE IS NO VERSION OF THE WORD LOVE THAT IS APPLICABLE TO SUZANNE.
THE CLOSEST VERSION IN WORDS ISN’T EVEN CLOSE.
IT’S NOT EVEN A FRACTION OF A FRACTION OF A FRACTION.
UNCONDITIONAL LOVE DOES NOT DO IT.
I’LL TAKE A BULLET FOR YOU DOESN’T DO IT.
I WEEP WHEN I THINK ABOUT MY FEELINGS FOR YOU.
FEELINGS… THAT’S GETTING CLOSE, BUT NOT ALL THE WAY.
55 YEARS TOGETHER, 46 MARRIED AND NOT EVEN ONE HOUR APART FOR 42 OF THOSE YEARS. EVEN THAT DOESN’T DO IT.
EVEN GOING TO BED AT 6 O’CLOCK AND HOLDING HANDS WHILE WE SLEEP DOESN’T DO IT.
STARING AT YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE WHILE YOU SLEEP DOESN’T DO IT.
I’M BACK TO FEELINGS.
THERE ARE NO WORDS.
THERE ARE NO ACTIONS.
NO PROMISES.
NO DECLARATIONS.
WE ARE ONE.
I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU, MY BEAUTIFUL SUZANNE, FOR ALL OF ETERNITY.
ALAN”
After her passing, R. Couri Hay had revealed that her husband was with her in the every step of her treatment.
“Alan was with her, they rarely spent an hour apart in 55 years together…”
“One of the things we talked about was that we knew that this day was coming…” Alan said.
“…Just when you think everything is fine and you get an all clear, cancer does an end-run…”
“Her son Bruce, daughter Leslie and daughter-in-law Caroline all arrived the day before her birthday and all she wanted was cake—she was always happiest with a red velvet cupcake.” Hay added.
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