Imagine burying a loved one, only to see them alive again. When my son spotted his “dead” mother on our beach vacation, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The truth I uncovered was far more heartbreaking than her death.
I never thought I’d experience grief so young, but here I am at 34, a widower with a 5-year-old son. The last time I saw my wife Stacey two months ago, her chestnut hair smelled of lavender as I kissed her goodbye. Then, a phone call that will forever be etched in my memory shattered my world… 
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I was in Seattle at that time, finalizing a significant deal for my company when my phone buzzed. It was a call from Stacey’s father.
“Abraham, there’s been an accident. Stacey… she’s gone.”
“What? No, that’s impossible. I just talked to her last night!”
“I’m so sorry, son. It happened this morning. A drunk driver…”
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His words faded into a dull roar. I don’t remember the flight home, just stumbling into our empty house. Stacey’s parents had already arranged everything. The funeral was over, and I hadn’t been able to say goodbye.
“We didn’t want to wait,” her mother said, avoiding my eyes. “It was better this way.”
I was too numb to argue. I should have fought harder. I should have demanded to see her, to say goodbye. But grief does funny things to your mind. It clouds your judgment and makes you accept things you’d normally question.
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That night, after the funeral, I held Luke as he cried himself to sleep.
“When’s Mommy coming home?”
“She can’t, buddy. But she loves you very much.”
“Can we call her? Will she talk to us, Daddy?”
“No, baby. Mommy’s in heaven now. She can’t talk to us anymore.”
He buried his face in my chest as I held him tight, my tears falling silently. How could I explain death to a five-year-old when I could barely understand it myself?
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Two months crawled by.
I threw myself into work and hired a nanny for Luke. But the house felt like a mausoleum. Stacey’s clothes still hung in the closet and her favorite mug sat unwashed by the sink. Every corner held a memory, and those memories were slowly haunting me.
One morning, as I watched Luke push his cereal around his bowl, barely eating, I knew we needed a change.
“Hey champ, how about we go to the beach?” I asked, trying to inject some enthusiasm into my voice.
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His eyes lit up for the first time in weeks. “Can we build sandcastles?”
“You bet! And maybe we’ll see some dolphins.”
I felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe this trip was what we both needed to start healing.
We checked into a beachfront hotel, our days filled with sun and surf. I watched Luke splash in the waves, his laughter a soothing melody to my weary soul. I almost forgot the pain and lost myself in the simple joy of being a dad.
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On our third day, I was lost in thought when Luke came running.
“Daddy! Daddy!” he shouted. I smiled, thinking he wanted more ice cream.
“Dad, look, Mom’s back!” he said, pointing at someone.
I froze, following his gaze. A woman stood by the beach, her back to us. Same height as Stacey with the same chestnut hair. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat.
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“Luke, buddy, that’s not—”
The woman turned slowly. And my stomach dropped the moment our eyes met.
“Daddy, why does Mommy look different?” Luke’s innocent voice cut through my shock.
I couldn’t speak. My eyes were fixed on the horror about thirty yards away, laughing.
It was Stacey.
Her eyes widened as she grabbed the arm of a man next to her. They hurried away, disappearing into the crowd of beach-goers.
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“Mommy!” Luke cried, but I scooped him up.
“We need to go, buddy.”
“But Dad, it’s Mom! Didn’t you see her? Why didn’t she come say hi?”
I carried him back to our room, my mind reeling. It couldn’t be. I’d buried her. Hadn’t I? But I knew what I saw. That was Stacey. My wife. Luke’s mother. The woman I thought was dead.
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That night, after Luke fell asleep, I paced the balcony. My hands shook as I dialed Stacey’s mother.
“Hello?” she answered.
“I need to know exactly what happened to Stacey.”
Silence, then, “We’ve been through this, Abraham.”
“No, tell me again.”
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“The accident was early morning. It was too late by the time we reached the hospital.”
“And the body? Why couldn’t I see her?”
“It was too damaged. We thought it best—”
“You thought wrong,” I snapped, hanging up.
I stood there, staring out at the dark ocean. Something wasn’t right. I could feel it in my gut. And I was going to get to the bottom of it.
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The next morning, I took Luke to the kids’ club in the resort along with his nanny. “I’ve got a surprise for you later, champ!” I promised, hating myself for the lie.
I spent hours combing the beach, the shops, and the restaurants. No sign of Stacey or her companion. With each passing hour, my frustration grew. Was I going crazy? Had I imagined the whole thing?
As the sun began to set, I slumped onto a bench, defeated. Suddenly, a familiar voice made me jump.
“I knew you’d look for me.”
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I turned to find Stacey standing there, alone this time. She looked just like I remembered, but somehow different. Harder. Colder.
“How?” It was all I could manage.
“It’s complicated, Abraham.”
“Then explain it,” I snarled, my hands shaking with anger and shock as I secretly captured her conversation on my phone.
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“I never meant for you to find out like this. I’m pregnant.”
“What?”
“It’s not yours,” she whispered, not meeting my eyes.
The story slowly spilled out. An affair. A pregnancy. An elaborate plan to escape.
“My parents helped me,” Stacey admitted. “We knew you’d be away. The timing was perfect.”
“Perfect?” Do you have any idea what you’ve done to Luke? To me?”
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Tears streamed down her face. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t face you. This way, everyone could move on.”
“Move on? I thought you were DEAD! Do you know what it’s like to tell your five-year-old son his mother is never coming home?”
“Abraham, please try to understand—”
“Understand what? That you’re a liar? A cheater? That you let me grieve while you ran off with your lover?”
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“Keep your voice down,” she hissed, glancing around nervously.
I stood, towering over her. “No. You don’t get to call the shots anymore. You lost that right when you decided to play dead.”
As Stacey opened her mouth to respond, a small voice cut through, stopping me cold.
“Mommy?”
We both turned. Luke stood there, his eyes wide, clutching his nanny’s hand. My heart sank. How much had he heard?
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Stacey’s face went white. “Luke, honey—”
I scooped him up, backing away. “Don’t you dare speak to him.”
The nanny looked confused, her eyes darting between Stacey and me. “Sir, I’m so sorry. He ran off when he saw you.”
“It’s okay, Sarah. We’re leaving.”
Luke squirmed in my arms. “Daddy, I want to go to Mommy… please. Mommy, don’t leave me. Mommy… Mommy!”
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I carried him away, ignoring his tearful pleas. In our room, I packed frantically while Luke peppered me with questions.
“Why are you crying, Daddy? Why can’t we go to Mommy?”
I knelt before him, taking his small hands in mine. How could I explain this? How do you tell a child that his mother chose to abandon him?
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“Luke, I need you to be brave. Your mother did a very bad thing. She lied to us.”
His lower lip trembled. “She doesn’t love us anymore?”
The innocent question shattered what was left of my heart. I pulled him close, unable to hold back my tears. “I love you enough for both of us, buddy. Always. No matter what happens, you’ll always have me, okay?”
His tiny head nestled against my chest, a small nod followed by a deep sleep. His tears soaked through my shirt, leaving a damp, salty reminder of our shared grief.
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The next few weeks were a blur. Lawyers, custody arrangements, and explaining to Luke in terms a 5-year-old could understand. Stacey’s parents tried to reach out, but I shut them down. They were as much to blame as she was.
One month later, I sat in my lawyer’s office and signed the final papers.
“Full custody and generous alimony,” she said. “Given the circumstances, Mrs. Stacey didn’t contest anything.”
I nodded, numb. “And the gag order?”
“In place. She can’t discuss the deception publicly without severe penalties.”
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As I stood to leave, my lawyer touched my arm. “Abraham, off the record, I’ve never seen a case like this. How are you holding up?”
I thought of Luke, waiting at home with my parents, the only ones he could trust now. “One day at a time!” I said.
In the eyes of the law, I was no longer a widower. But in my heart, the woman I married was gone forever, leaving behind only a ghost of broken promises and shattered trust.
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Two months later, I stood on our new balcony, watching Luke play in the backyard. We’d moved to a different city, a fresh start for both of us. It hadn’t been easy. Luke still had nightmares and still asked about his mom. But slowly, we were healing.
One day, my phone buzzed with a text from Stacey.
“Please, let me explain. I miss Luke so much. I’m feeling so lost. My boyfriend broke up with me. 
“
I deleted it without responding. Some bridges, once burned, can never be rebuilt. She’d made her choice, and now she had to live with it.
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As the sun set on another day, I hugged my son tight. “I love you, buddy,” I whispered.
He grinned up at me, his eyes shining with trust and love. “I love you too, Daddy!”
And in that moment, I knew we were going to be okay. It wouldn’t be easy, and there would be tough days ahead. But we had each other, and that’s what mattered most.
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This famous teen heartthrob is now 79 – try not to smile when you see him today.
One of the major musical stars of the 1960s and 1970s was Bobby Sherman. When I think back on it, I can hardly think of a single friend who didn’t at some point develop feelings for him.
Sherman sold millions of records, performed in front of thousands of people, put out several albums, and gained recognition as an actor. But eventually, at the height of his popularity, he made the decision to permanently leave the entertainment industry.
This, however, wasn’t because the 79-year-old thought his abilities had declined in any kind. No, he was fighting for something far more important: the preservation of life.
Everything you need to know about the renowned artist Bobby Sherman is provided here!
Bobby Sherman was raised in Van Nuys, a community next to Los Angeles, after being born in Santa Monica, California, on July 22, 1943.
Bobby Sherman’s childhood
He was reported to have mastered the trumpet by the age of 11, and subsequently the piano, trombone, piano, and of course, the guitar. Sherman went to Birmingham High School. He joined a band there and had a keen interest in singing. He apparently picked up the incredible skill of playing sixteen instruments throughout the years.
Following his high school graduation in 1961, Sherman enrolled in Woodland Hill, California’s Pierce College. A romance there would permanently alter the path of his life.
Sherman met his first lover while pursuing his studies in child psychology at Pierce College. She made the decision to bring him along to the cast party of The Greatest Story Ever Told one evening.
That was when Sherman had began to play music. Many folks in the San Fernando Valley knew he had a good voice because he sang with several bands there. Sherman so seized the chance to showcase his skills when he got to the party.
He subsequently recalled it, saying, “I was always the guy who had the guts to get up and sing in front of people.”
It probably helped a little bit because Bobby had party pals who were on stage with the band. Either way, he stood up in front of the group and sang What I’d Say by Ray Charles.
found during a party in Hollywood
As it was a Hollywood party, a number of entertainment celebrities were present. Sal Mineo, Natalie Wood, and Jane Fonda were a few of them.
They saw his talent after the show, and Mineo made the decision to mentor him.
“It was said by others, ‘Who’s handling you?’” Sherman remarked, “I had no idea what that meant.”
“Well, you know, I was a Van Nuys kid, and I was like, ‘What do they mean, handling me?’” I understood then that they intended representation.
He quickly became acquainted with Hollywood. Bobby Sherman was sent to an audition just three days later by an agent who had been tipped off by a partygoer. Bobby was cast as a featured character in Shindig, a new television series.
Even though Bobby was only in that capacity for two years, it was all he needed to leave his impact. At that point, he had become the national darling, and jobs were popping up out of every nook and cranny.
Sherman had guest appearances on a number of television programs after Shindig was canceled in 1966, including The FBI, Honey West, and The Monkees. Even though he had begun to gain attention in Hollywood, his major break came in 1968.
Bobby Sherman: acting, albums, songs, and music
Sherman spent two full years as the stuttering Jason Bolt in the television series Here Comes the Bridges. At the end of his run, his character stopped having stutters, and the show was eventually canceled.
Sherman discovered how well-liked Jason Bolt was by the public when he made an appearance at a Buffalo telethon. Suddenly, he was more than simply a rising star. Instead, he was now a celebrity.
Sherman told Tulsa World, “The show had just gone on the air, and we didn’t even have any records out yet.”
“Robert Brown, myself, and Greg Morris from Mission: Impossible from Here Come The Brides were requested to participate in the telethon, and things were going great until the fire marshal entered the room and announced, “We have a problem.” You must greet some individuals, so you’d better make your way to the second floor.
“They unlocked this window, and I peered outside, and the exit of this TV station was a sea of faces,” he continued. It was simply amazing. And that’s when I realized something was going on.
For Bobby, the ensuing year was “kind of limbo.” But that’s when he started getting interested in songwriting and experimented with his eight-track recording apparatus.
Bobby went on to become a professional singer, even if his voice wasn’t completely recognized at the time.
Bobby Sherman’s spouse, kids, and family
Sherman’s youthful fan base purchased millions of records between 1969 and 1971, during which time he released hits including Julie, Do Ya Love Me, Easy Come, Easy Go, and Little Woman.
One million copies of four distinct recorded albums and one million copies of six different single recordings were sold by him.
In 1971, he stated, “A song begins with an idea – one line.”I develop that into a full lyric. I then arranged the music to fit it.
Sherman starred in a number of guest roles after his 1970 and 1971 stint on the television show Getting Together, which was a spinoff of The Partridge Family and followed the lives of two songwriters.
Sherman initially married Patti Carnel in 1971, which also happened to coincide with his ascent to stardom. Christopher and Tyler, the couple’s two boys, were born.
Sherman made the decision to construct a scale replica of Disneyland’s Main Street in his garden because he wanted his children to grow up in an amazing environment. It took him almost two and a half years to finish the project, and it apparently cost him about fifteen thousand dollars to create.
The initiative wasn’t well received by everyone; his wife reportedly found the incessant hammering to be bothersome.
“I had no idea what home was,” Sherman said in a People interview. “She even threatened to kill me if I didn’t finish it.”
Bobby’s children served as the model for his new career in addition to inspiring him to construct his own portion of Disneyland.
Bobby rose to prominence on television before celebrities like Shaun Cassidy and even David Cassidy. Eventually, people like Donny Osmond “replaced” him.
But at the height of his popularity, millions of people loved Sherman, who was starring in popular TV shows and putting out hit tunes at the same time. Tiger Beat and Sixteen turned into two of his favorite records.
Sherman clarified that despite living the life of luxury that very few people get to experience, he would typically film five days a week and even have nighttime programs on the weekends. It’s safe to say that the hectic schedule had its effects.
“I didn’t know what home was for three years because it was so hectic,” he said to the Washington Post.
“I had no idea where I was, and I was lost.” I needed constant reminders. To be really honest, though, I had the best experience ever because of the fantastic concerts and amazing fans. Even though it was the classic love-in, I felt like I was totally taken advantage of.
Bobby Sherman gave up music to save people’s lives.
Then, in the middle of his enormous notoriety, Bobby made the abrupt decision to change careers to something completely different but equally significant.
In the end, he made the decision to turn around and give up his career in music and television in an effort to save lives.
Sherman’s former wife Patti was terrified of blood, and he was deeply involved in his children’s upbringing. Accidents happen frequently, as anyone who has reared children will attest, and Christopher and Tyler frequently fell and hurt themselves.
These falls occasionally resulted in minor cuts and scrapes as well as bleeding knees. Sherman made the decision to enroll in certain classes in order to better manage these kinds of circumstances. After taking an introductory course on first aid and CPR, he moved on to volunteer as an emergency medical technician.
“I rescued the life of a small 5-year-old girl on the very first call. Indeed, that is the most amazing feeling, I thought to myself. In an interview from 1994, Bobby recounted.
Sherman completed more training and went on to work for the Los Angeles Police Department as a first aid instructor for officers.
Emergency medical technician Bobby Sherman
Bobby was sworn in as a police officer in 1992 and appointed chief medical training officer for the Los Angeles Police Department. In the field, he gave birth to five children, and in 1994, he bravely faced hardship.
Sherman was awakened by an earthquake at his Encino, California, home on January 17, 1994. Rather than taking cover, he made the decision to hop in his truck and drive directly to the epicenter.
While some needed first aid, others there needed advise. Either way, Bobby’s expertise and presence were required.
Even though Bobby’s profession choice put him in danger and exposed him to many challenging circumstances, at his core he was still an entertainer and had many of the endearing traits from his days in the business. In fact, he ran across a few of his former admirers on the field.
He used to tell a tale about how, as a teen idol, his celebrity followed him around when he went on fire department paramedic rescue calls.
signed letters to patients
Bobby told The Times, “We were working on a bleeding woman who had passed out on one call in Northridge.”
Her spouse was staring at me nonstop. He exclaimed, “Look, honey, it’s Bobby Sherman!” at the end. The woman started as she came to. “Oh great, I must look like a mess,” she exclaimed. She appeared fine, so I reassured her not to worry.
Bobby kept using his improvised studio to record music for movies and TV series over the years. In 1997, he made his final appearance on television when he starred in an episode of Fraiser.
He participated in the “Teen Idol Tour” in the late 1990s with Peter Noone, Davy Jones, and Micky Dolenz from the Monkees. But he then made the decision to officially leave the entertainment industry.
Sherman thanked his supporters for everything and said it was difficult to maintain the success.
“My life’s work and accomplishments can be attributed to the blessings bestowed upon me by my fans.” The celebrity told Tulsa World, “It’s stayed with me, so I can have the opportunity to do things that I really love doing.”
Bobby Sherman’s current net worth is as follows.
Sherman said, “I don’t think there’s anything I would change, other than maybe being a little bit more aware of [the success], because I probably could’ve enjoyed the fun of it a little more.” It required a lot of labor. There were many tears, sweats, and bloodsheds. But the best of times was had by all.
In 2011, Bobby Sherman married Brigette, his second wife, and the two of them are still together today. They established The Brigitte and Bobby Sherman Children’s Foundation, a youth facility in Ghana devoted to fusing education and music, the same year they got married.
Bobby is 79 years old today. Still, I think you’ll all agree that he looks a much like himself because he still has a lot of his signature style!
Bobby Sherman was a fantastic actor and performer, and those wonderful years will always be missed!
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