11 years after losing his wife Liam Neeson opens up with heartrending truth about their relationship

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!

A Flight to Unmask My Fiancé’s Affair Led Me to a Partner in Crime — Story of the Day

A flight to surprise my fiancé turned into something I never expected. One kiss, one stranger, and one shocking discovery later, my plan to uncover the truth spiraled into an unforgettable adventure.

I stood in the boarding line clutching my ticket and a cup of cold coffee. The day had started like most days in my life lately: overthinking and just enough caffeine to fuel my questionable decisions.

I was flying to visit Oliver, my fiancé. The man had impeccable suits, a charming smile, and a schedule so packed it felt like I needed to book an appointment just to remind him I existed.

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He’d been working in another city, closing some “big deal.” But lately, the deal seemed to involve more late nights with his secretary. She wasn’t just a thorn in my side but the whole rosebush.

I’d tried to ignore it until THAT text came a few days ago. A message from Oliver lit up the screen:

“Can’t wait to see you. Don’t forget your signature suit!”

But before I could even craft a reply, the message disappeared. Vanished.

“Strange,” I muttered just as Oliver’s name popped up on my screen.

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“Hey, did you just get a text from me?”

“Yes…”

“Oh, that was for Greg!” he blurted out a little too quickly. “We’ve got a big meeting tomorrow. You know how Greg is always forgetting stuff!”

Sure, Oliver. Sure.

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That’s when I decided I’d had enough of the cryptic texts and excuses. I wasn’t about to sit around playing detective in my own relationship.

When I boarded the plane, my window seat was occupied. A man in his forties lounged there as if he were the protagonist in some indie film.

“Excuse me, that’s my seat,” I said with a smile.

He glanced up lazily. “Is it? I thought seating was more of a suggestion.”

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“And I thought manners weren’t optional.”

After a dramatic sigh, he moved. It turned out his name was Lucas, and he had a gift for testing the limits of human tolerance. By this time, he’d spread his belongings across our shared space and casually suggested I “relax a little,” and I sat there wondering if I’d been cursed.

Suddenly, the captain announced we’d be making an unscheduled landing in a small town due to bad weather.

Perfect. Stuck in the middle of nowhere. What else could go wrong?

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***

The town’s airport was so small it felt like we had landed in a different era. Wooden benches creaked under the weight of weary passengers, and the single vending machine hummed lifelessly, its contents reduced to a solitary pack of stale gum.

Eventually, a manager brought the news. “We’ve arranged accommodations for all passengers. Due to the circumstances, the airline will cover the cost of tonight’s stay at the nearby hotel.”

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The word “hotel” sent the crowd into a frenzy. People bolted for the shuttle like their lives depended on it, jostling for a spot and leaving me standing there in the aftermath of their rush.

“Hi,” I said. “I’d like a room, please.”

The receptionist barely glanced up as she typed furiously into her computer. “We only have one room left.”

“One room?”

“Yes,” she confirmed, still typing. “It’s already been booked by the airline for you both.”

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“Excuse me,” I interrupted, stepping closer to the desk. “Can’t I just book a separate room? I’ll pay for it myself.”

The receptionist sighed, finally looking up. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but the hotel is fully booked. Every room in town is. Unless you’d like to try camping.”

I glared at Lucas, who grinned like he’d just won the lottery.

“Looks like we’re roommates.”

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***

When we walked in, my heart sank. It was tiny, barely enough space for one person, let alone two.

“I’ll take the couch,” I said quickly.

“Fine by me,” Lucas replied, dropping his stuff onto the bed.

To my horror, he immediately started spreading his things around.

“Are you trying to set a record for the fastest way to irritate someone?” I snapped.

“Just making myself comfortable.”

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By the time dinner rolled around, I was on the verge of losing my mind. We headed to the hotel’s small restaurant, where Lucas acted as if we were on some luxury retreat.

“This steak isn’t bad,” he said, cutting into his meal with ease. “Honestly, today’s been fun. Don’t you think so?”

“Fun?”

He laughed. “You need to lighten up. Life’s an adventure.”

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He shared that he was flying to surprise his fiancée. I told him about Oliver, about how busy he’d been, though my voice faltered when I described our “strong” relationship.

“Sounds solid,” he said, though his tone suggested otherwise.

When the flight was finally back on schedule, I thought I’d be free of Lucas. But life had a funny way of complicating things.

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***

After we landed in New York, the energy outside the airport was pure chaos. People were darting around like ants, dragging suitcases and waving at taxis. Lucas, standing beside me, looked oddly cheerful—far too pleased with his plan to surprise his fiancée.

“So, what’s the big plan?” I asked, half-teasing.

“Show up, sweep her off her feet, remind her why she said yes in the first place,” he replied with a cocky grin.

I snorted. “Romantic. I hope she’s there to be swept off her feet and not, you know, with someone else.”

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Lucas said nothing, and I immediately regretted the jab.

“You?” he countered after a beat. “What’s your game plan?”

“I thought about it. Why not surprise Oliver? He hasn’t called or texted in days. A little spontaneity could be fun.”

“Bold move,” Lucas said, nodding in approval. “Let’s see who has the more dramatic reunion.”

We hailed a cab, and as Lucas gave the driver an address…

“Wait,” I blurted. “That’s where I’m going.”

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Lucas glanced at me, his smirk widening. “Fate. Gotta love it.”

It was absurd. Out of all the places in New York, we were heading to the same building. What were the odds?

***

When we arrived, I stepped out of the cab, heart pounding, and walked toward the entrance. That’s when I saw them. Oliver. And his secretary, Sophie.

They strolled out of the office building together, laughing. She wore a dress that screamed “expensive,” and he leaned in too close.

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Then it happened. The kiss. Not a polite, professional peck, but the kind of kiss that made the ground feel like it was falling out from under me. I froze.

“Kate,” Lucas’s voice snapped me out of my daze. He had followed me, his expression shifting from confusion to fury as he took in the scene. “Is that…”

Before I could process what was happening, Lucas grabbed my arm and steered me back toward the cab.

“Follow them,” he ordered the driver, slipping him a $50 bill.

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The cab jolted forward, Lucas leaned back, running a hand through his hair. His jaw was tight.

“That’s Sophie,” he said suddenly.

“What?”

“The woman with your fiancé,” he clarified. “That’s Sophie. My fiancée.”

My brain scrambled to piece it together.

“Are you sure?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.

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Lucas let out a harsh laugh, shaking his head. “Oh, I’m sure. That dress she’s wearing? I bought it for her. She said it was for some ‘important meeting.’”

“So, let me get this straight. Your fiancée kissed with my fiancé. What are the chances?”

“Apparently, too good,” he said dryly.

The cab driver glanced at us in the rearview mirror, clearly entertained by the drama unfolding in his backseat.

Lucas looked at me. “You okay?”

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“Peachy,” I said with a forced smile. “How about you?”

“Never better,” he replied, the sarcasm in his voice matching mine.

We both fell silent, watching as Oliver and Sophie disappeared into the restaurant. The cab slowed to a stop.

“Well,” he said, breaking the silence. “Now what?”

“I have an idea! But it’s going to require some creativity.”

“I’m listening.”

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“Good,” I said, already reaching for the door handle. “Because this is going to be fun. Give me a few minutes.”

I darted around the corner, finding a small bakery. One cake caught my eye. Perfect. I quickly bought it, grabbed a card, and returned to the restaurant.

“What’s that for?” Lucas asked as I handed him the cake and my engagement ring.

“Trust me,” I said, my voice steady. “Are you in?”

He smirked. “If it ends my relationship with style, I’m all in.”

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***

We walked into the restaurant like actors entering a stage, adrenaline buzzing in my veins. The warm glow of candlelight illuminated Sophie and Oliver, seated at a cozy corner table, laughing like they didn’t have a care in the world.

As we approached their table, their laughter faltered. Sophie’s face stiffened, her smile freezing like a glitching robot. Oliver quickly wiped his mouth with his napkin as if preparing for a courtroom defense.

“Kate?” Oliver stammered, looking as though he’d seen a ghost.

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“Lucas?” Sophie added.

“Well, well,” I said with a smile. “Fancy meeting you two here.”

Sophie, ever the professional, recovered first. “Oh! Lucas, this is Oliver. Oliver, this is Lucas. And Kate, you both know her. Huh! We were just, uh, wrapping up a business meeting!”

“Business meeting?” I repeated, my tone drenched in sarcasm. “Fascinating. Are kisses part of your standard business negotiations, or was that just a special offer?”

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Lucas leaned in, his expression mock-thoughtful. “You know, I wondered the same thing earlier. Guess we weren’t imagining it.”

Oliver jumped in. “Sophie and I were just, uh, brainstorming strategies.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, brainstorming. That’s what we’re calling it now?”

Lucas chuckled beside me, clearly enjoying himself. “Kate, don’t be so hard on them. It’s hard work… kissing and brainstorming.”

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The waiter appeared at that perfect moment, holding a cake on a tray.

The words “Sophie, Will You Marry Me?” were written in pink icing.

I gasped theatrically. “Oh my goodness, there’s my ring!”

Reaching over, I plucked the ring off the cake and tossed it toward Oliver. “Were you planning to propose to her again with this? How efficient of you.”

Oliver’s face turned crimson. “It’s not like that! This was just… a fling! I never meant to marry her!”

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Sophie’s expression darkened.

“A fling?!” she hissed. “I was ready to leave my fiancé for you, and this was just an affair to you?”

Their argument erupted. Heads turned at nearby tables, diners whispering behind their menus like that was the best entertainment they’d had all week.

Lucas and I exchanged a glance. Our mission there was done. As Oliver and Sophie’s shouting reached its peak, we slipped out of the restaurant.

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Later, we sat on a park bench, sharing the cake.

“You know,” Lucas said, grinning between bites. “This cake is the best thing that’s happened to me in months.”

“Maybe it’s because we’ve left the past behind. Clean slate.”

“What’s next for us, Kate?”

“I guess we’ll find out,” I said, handing him the plastic spoon.

I felt ready for whatever came next.

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