According to Somers’ longtime publicist R. Couri Hay, Hamel presented it to her a day early. Somers read the poem, went to bed, and subsequently passed away calmly while sleeping.
The night before she passed away quietly in her sleep on Sunday morning, Suzanne Somers heard a beautiful poem that her husband of 46 years, Alan Hamel, had written to her.According to Somers’ longtime publicist R. Couri Hay, Hamel, 87, gave it to her the day before she passed away quietly in her sleep. The couple had been married since 1977 after dating for ten years before to that.
The poem’s title is written in all caps: LOVE I use it daily, sometimes many times. I ADD IT TO MY LOVED FAMILY’S EMAILS AT THE END. Even in emails to close friends, I use it. WHILE LEAVING THE HOUSE, I USE IT.
THERE IS LOVE, THEN THERE IS LOVE YOU, AND I LOVE YOU!! A FEW OF THE DIFFERENT WAYS WE USE LOVE ARE CONTAINED THERE. Sometimes, even though I’m uncomfortable using it, I feel compelled to use love when responding to someone whose email ended with the word “love.”
A GREAT MEAL IS DESCRIBED BY LOVE AS WELL. I USE IT TO EXPRESS MY FEELINGS ABOUT A NETFLIX SHOW. I USE LOVE A LOT TO MENTION MY HOME, MY CAT GLORIA, THINGS GLORIA DOES, AND THE TASTE OF A CANTALOUPE I GREW IN MY GARDENS. A FRESHLY HARVESTED ORGANIC ROYAL JUMBO MEDJOOL DATE IS MY FAVOURITE TASTE. BITING A FIG OFF THE TREE IS MY FAVOURITE. I enjoy seeing the two enormous blackbirds who live nearby fly by my window in a power dive. My daily life includes both people and things I adore and people and things I don’t relate to.
I COULD GO ON AD INFINITUM, BUT YOU GET IT, Hamel wrote. HOW DO I FEEL LOVE FOR MY WIFE SUZANNE? CAN ANY OF THE ABOVE LIST MY FIND IT? A RESOLUTIVE NO! SUZANNE IS NOT COVERED BY ANY VERSION OF THE WORD, AND I EVEN USE THE WORD APPLICABLE ADVISEDLY.
EVEN THE CLOSEST VERSION IN WORDS IS NOT CLOSE. A fraction of a fraction of a fraction is not even close. LOVE WITHOUT CONDITIONS WILL NOT DO IT. If it doesn’t work, I’ll take a bullet for you. WHEN I CONSIDER MY FEELINGS FOR YOU, I CRY. Feelings are getting there, but not quite.
55 YEARS TOGETHER, 46 MARRIED, AND 42 OF THOSE YEARS WITHOUT A SINGLE HOUR APART. Even that is insufficient. It doesn’t even work if we go to bed at six o’clock and hold hands while we sleep. IT DOESN’T DO IT TO LOOK AT YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE WHILE YOU SLEEP.
I’M BACK TO FEELINGS, he declared. NO WORDS ARE USED. ACTIONS DO NOT TAKE PLACE. NO GARANTIES. NONE ARE MADE. 150 years have passed, and NOT EVEN THE GREEN SHADED SCHOLARS OF THE OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS HAVE COME UP WITH THAT ONE WORD. So I’ll refer to it as “US,” the UNIQUE, MAGICAL, INCREDIBLY WONDERFUL “US.”