James Darren, the beloved teen idol and star of “T.J. Hooker,” has sadly passed away at the age of 88. His son, Jim Moret, confirmed the unexpected news on Monday, September 2. Details about how Darren died were shared online, providing fans and the public with the unfortunate circumstances surrounding his passing.
James Darren, known for his role as the charming surfer in the classic film “Gidget” alongside the late Sandra Dee, passed away in his sleep at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles. His son, Jim Moret, shared that the beloved actor died peacefully during his rest.
James Darren’s son, Jim Moret, revealed that his father had been admitted to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center the week before his passing to undergo an aortic valve replacement. Sadly, James was too weak to go through with the procedure.
The day before James Darren passed away, he was rushed back to the hospital. His son, Jim Moret, said that the family was shocked by his sudden death. Jim explained, “It was kind of a surprise to be quite honest with you. I mean, we knew that he was not well, but we didn’t expect this.”
Jim Moret, who is a chief correspondent for “Inside Edition,” shared that in his father’s final moments, James Darren was able to express his love for his family. James, known for his role in “Gidget Goes to Rome” and his influence on the 1960s surfing craze, passed away peacefully without experiencing any pain.
Jim Moret expressed his deep sadness over his father’s passing, saying, “I always thought he would pull through because he was so cool. He was always cool.” These heartfelt words highlight the remarkable legacy James Darren leaves behind as a beloved singer and teen idol.
James Darren’s son, Jim Moret, shared that his father had a special moment with his grandchildren when they saw him perform at the South Point Hotel in 2018. Jim spoke about how meaningful it was for his children to witness James’ talent and share in those artistic experiences.
Jim praised his father’s impressive skills, saying, “He had the swagger, voice, talent, and charm. Their grandfather was cool.” He admired how James Darren’s success extended beyond acting to music, with several hits on Billboard’s Hot 100.
In 1961, James Darren’s song “Goodbye Cruel World” reached number three on the Billboard Hot 100. The following year, his hit “Her Royal Majesty” climbed to number six, and “Conscience” also made the chart, landing at number eleven.
In 1961, James Darren’s song “Goodbye Cruel World” reached number three on the Billboard Hot 100. The following year, his hit “Her Royal Majesty” climbed to number six, and “Conscience” also made the chart, landing at number eleven.
James Darren, known for his success as a singer and actor, also directed popular TV series like “Melrose Place,” “Hunter,” “The A-Team,” and “Beverly Hills, 90210.” He is survived by his sons, Jim, Christian, and Tony Darren, his five grandchildren, and his wife, Evy Norlund.
James Darren, who was also the godfather to Nancy Sinatra’s daughter, A.J. Lambert, received a heartfelt tribute from Nancy Sinatra following his passing. She shared her grief on X, describing James as one of her dearest friends and wishing him a peaceful journey. Nancy also mentioned that it was comforting to know James and other legends are honored together in their hometown.
Our deepest condolences go out to James’ family as they remember an iconic entertainer, loving husband, father, and grandfather.
MY HUSBAND GOT ANOTHER WOMAN PREGNANT WHILE I WAS ON A BUSINESS TRIP – MY REVENGE MADE HIM SOB.
The sterile scent of antiseptic and the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor had become the soundtrack of my life. My three-year-old son, Leo, lay frail in the hospital bed, his small body battling a relentless illness. And while I navigated the labyrinth of medical jargon and the agonizing uncertainty of Leo’s condition, my husband, Jacob, was betraying me.
A business trip, he’d called it. A chance to network, to secure a better future for our family. Little did I know, the “networking” involved his colleague, Jessie, and a betrayal that would shatter my world.
Jessie’s message arrived like a poisoned arrow, delivered through the cold, impersonal medium of a text message. “Jacob and I… we’re expecting.”
The words blurred before my eyes, the world tilting on its axis. Leo’s illness, the stress, the exhaustion – it all paled in comparison to the searing pain of betrayal. Jacob, the man I had loved for eight years, the father of my sick child, had abandoned us for another woman.
He packed his bags, his movements devoid of remorse. His parting words, callous and cruel, echoed in my ears: “I don’t regret anything. I’m fed up with you and this little burden.”
He left, leaving me to pick up the pieces, to face Leo’s illness alone, to navigate the wreckage of our shattered life.
But amidst the devastation, a flicker of resolve ignited within me. Jacob wouldn’t get away with this. He wouldn’t escape the consequences of his actions. He needed to learn a lesson, a harsh, unforgettable lesson.
I waited, patiently, for the initial storm to subside. I focused on Leo, on his recovery, on rebuilding a life for us, a life without Jacob. I buried my anger, nurturing it, shaping it into a weapon.
Months later, when the dust had settled, I reached out to Jacob. I invited him over, suggesting we discuss the terms of our separation, the logistics of parental rights. He arrived, his demeanor smug, his eyes filled with a self-satisfied gleam. He thought he had won. He thought he had escaped unscathed.
We sat at the kitchen table, the same table where we had shared countless meals, countless memories. I spoke calmly, rationally, discussing the legalities, the practicalities. He nodded along, his eyes never leaving mine, a predatory glint in their depths.
He left that day, beaming, convinced he had secured a favorable outcome. He thought he had manipulated me, played me for a fool.
But the real game was just beginning.
A week later, I filed a lawsuit against Jacob. Not for alimony, not for child support, but for full custody of Leo. And I didn’t stop there. I included a detailed account of his infidelity, his abandonment of a sick child, his callous disregard for our family. I attached Jessie’s text message, the one that had shattered my world, as evidence.
The lawsuit landed on his doorstep like a thunderbolt. He called me, his voice trembling, his bravado shattered.
“What is this?” he demanded, his voice laced with panic.
“It’s a lawsuit, Jacob,” I replied, my voice cool. “For full custody of Leo.”
“You can’t do this!” he sputtered. “I’m his father!”
“You abandoned him, Jacob,” I said, my voice flat. “You abandoned us both. You forfeited your right to be a father.”
“But… but Jessie,” he stammered. “We’re having a baby.”
“Congratulations,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Perhaps you’ll learn from your mistakes this time.”
The lawsuit was a public humiliation. It was splashed across local news websites, gossip columns, and social media. Jacob’s reputation, his career, his new relationship – all were tarnished.
He tried to fight back, to discredit me, to paint me as a vindictive ex-wife. But the evidence was irrefutable. His actions spoke louder than any words.
The court granted me full custody of Leo. Jacob was granted supervised visitation rights, a stark reminder of his betrayal. He was ordered to pay child support, a financial burden that would haunt him for years to come.
He sobbed in the courtroom, his tears a pathetic display of remorse. But it was too late. He had made his choices, and now he had to live with the consequences.
Leo, thankfully, made a full recovery. We rebuilt our lives, stronger, more resilient. We found a community of support, a network of friends who embraced us, who helped us heal.
Jacob, on the other hand, was left with nothing but regret. He had traded a loving family for a fleeting affair, a moment of selfish gratification. He had learned his lesson, a harsh, unforgettable lesson. And I, in turn, had found my strength, my voice, my revenge.
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