Natasha Richardson had died two years ago, but Liam Neeson couldn’t hide his feeling on losing his beloved wife. To Esquire Magazine, he talked about his life, including his grief over Richardson’s death.
Richardson died in 2009 after suffering a brain hemorrhage triggered by what at first seemed to be a benign fall during a ski trip in Montreal. She was only 45.
I thought that it was this little comfortable little city,” Neeson says of Montreal. “And for some reason, I thought the hospital that I was in a taxi racing toward was gonna be a nice little hospital, about twice the size of this restaurant. But it was this huge, glassy, black place. A Dickensian place.”
“I’ve come all this way, and they won’t let me see her,” he says, recounting the seeming cavalcade of doctors and staffers he had to talk to before he was given any information. “And I’m looking past them, starting to push—I’m like, ‘Fuck, I know my wife’s back there someplace.’”
“I walked into the emergency — it’s like seventy, eighty people, broken arms, black eyes, all that — and for the first time in years, nobody recognizes me. Not the nurses. The patients. No one… So I went outside. It’s freezing cold, and I thought, What am I gonna do? How am I going to get past the security?
“And I see two nurses, ladies, having a cigarette. I walk up, and luckily one of them recognizes me. And I’ll tell you, I was so f**king grateful — for the first time in I don’t know how long — to be recognized. And this one, she says, ‘Go in that back door there.’ She points me to it. ‘Make a left. She’s in a room there.’ So I get there, just in time. And all these young doctors, who look all of eighteen years of age, they tell me the worst. The worst.”
Check out the complete interview at the Esquire.






























