Suzanne Somers' widower Alan Hamel remembers late Hollywood star one year on from her death

Suzanne Somers and Alan Hamel vowed to "never" split up despite the "mad fights" they had early on in their relationship.

SHARE

SHARE

Suzanne Somers passed away on October 15 2023
Suzanne Somers passed away on October 15 2023

Suzanne Somers and Alan Hamel vowed to "never" split up.

The 'Three's Company' had been married to actor Alan, 88, for 36 years when she passed away on October 15 2023 following a battle with breast cancer and on the first anniversary of her passing, Alan has recalled how their "mad fights" would never put a stop to their love.

He told PageSix: "For the first few years of our love affair, we fought like mad dogs. But we always returned to our passionate love for one another. After one of our fights, Suzanne said to me, ‘No matter how bad it gets, let’s never break up.’ And we never did."

The TV host recalled that he and Suzanne - who passed away just one day before her 77th birthday - would always hold hands when they were asleep and he would spend the early morning just admiring her before she woke up.

He said: "We always went to sleep every night holding hands, and in the morning I would always awaken a few minutes before Suzanne and I would just lie there, staring at her beautiful face."

Alan previously revealed that he had been getting signs from Suzanne and eventually accepted that she was "safe" in the afterlife.

He told Fox News Digital: "One day I’m in the kitchen with my family, and all of a sudden, Suzanne’s favorite song comes on the audio system; the audio system wasn’t even turned on. It’s a Latin song, and it’s written and performed by someone no one’s ever heard of. It’s a song we used to dance to in the kitchen. It just came on all by itself. And then, when it was over, that was it. The audio system stayed off.

"Later that day, the fireplace started by itself.

"It stayed on for an hour and then it turned off.

"Then one day, a hummingbird flew into our house. It goes to our little breakfast nook where there’s a photograph of Suzanne and me where we’re looking at each other. The hummingbird hovers in between our two faces. Then it flies up and sits on top of the photo.

"A few weeks later, I opened all the doors and windows and I saw the same hummingbird – they all have very distinctive colorings… I walked over and extended my hands. The hummingbird jumps into my hands, and she tucks in her little feet. All I felt was her belly. She felt safe."