Michael Douglas and his sons recently attended a big event in style, and fans couldn’t get over how much they all look alike.
Michael Douglas showed up with strong family support at the 2024 Princess Grace Awards. His sons, Cameron, who is 45, and Dylan, who is 24, joined him at the event.
Michael Douglas and his sons recently attended a big event together, charming everyone with how much they look alike.
The trio appeared on the red carpet at The Pierre Hotel in New York City on October 23 for the 40th anniversary of the Princess Grace Awards. Michael stood proudly in the middle with his arms around his sons, making for a heartwarming family scene.
Michael wore a classic black suit with a bow tie. On his left, Dylan matched his father’s style with a navy-blue suit and a black bow tie. Cameron, on his right, added a personal touch with a black suit, a stylish striped tie, and bold black-framed glasses.
Later, Michael shared a photo of them on Instagram, showing his appreciation for the award he received. He wrote, “Night out with my two sons @dylan__douglas @cameronmorrelldouglas! Thank you Prince Albert II and @princessgraceus for honoring me with the Prince Rainier III Award last night in NYC.”
Fans quickly reacted to his post, with many noticing how similar the three of them look. “Sharp-dressed men 👏,” one person commented. Others highlighted the strong resemblance, calling them “Daddy’s copy” and “carbon copies.”
Many fans pointed out that Michael and Cameron look especially alike. One fan noted, “The one in the glasses looks a lot like Michael.” Others mentioned how Cameron reminded them of Michael in his famous film Falling Down.
While many saw a strong resemblance between Michael and Cameron, others thought Dylan looked more like his mother, Catherine Zeta-Jones. “Cameron looks like Michael, and Dylan looks like his mom,” one fan commented. Another said, “Dylan is a mix of you and Catherine.”
Michael has a son, Cameron, with his ex-wife Diandra Luker and two children—Dylan and a daughter, Carys, 21—with his wife, actress Catherine Zeta-Jones.
At 80, Michael feels he’s become a better dad as he’s gotten older, though sometimes he’s mistaken for his kids’ grandfather. He once shared a funny story about attending his kid’s college event where someone mistook him for their grandparent. “This is not grandfather’s day, this is parents’ day,” they said, and he had to reply, “I am a parent!”
Michael says his second chance at family life with Catherine has made him more patient and involved. After 25 years of marriage, he feels that raising Dylan and Carys has been “a good ride.” Although he stays active, he admits he’s had to cut back on some activities. “It’s nice having someone look after you and say, ‘You okay, Dad?’”
Michael also deeply appreciates his family life with Catherine, calling these years some of his happiest. He feels grateful for his family and proud of his kids. Dylan has finished college, while Carys is close to completing her studies.
Michael has openly spoken about how his busy career took him away from his eldest son, Cameron, during his early years. This distance affected Cameron deeply, leading to struggles with addiction and even prison time. Michael once admitted in a letter to a judge that his demanding job left little room for family, and he regretted missing out on Cameron’s life.
Cameron later admitted that he “hated the wreckage” drugs brought to his life, though he felt unable to stop. Watching his son’s struggles, Michael and his ex-wife, Diandra, felt helpless. “I thought I was going to lose him,” Michael recalled.
However, after his release in 2016, Cameron rebuilt his life. Now, he’s a devoted father to his child with his partner, yoga instructor Viviane Thiebes, and he’s reconnected with his acting career. Cameron now feels grateful for the support his family has shown him through it all.
My Daughter-in-Law Made Me Choose between Living in Basement or Nursing Home
After Cecile’s husband, Henry, passes on, she seeks solace by moving into her son’s house. But when she gets there, her daughter-in-law makes her choose between their dark and unwelcoming basement and a nursing home. What happens when Cecile decides on another option altogether?
Losing a partner after forty years of marriage is traumatizing. Loneliness is felt immediately, but it becomes all the more consuming as time goes on. When Henry, my husband, died of a heart attack, I felt this sense of loneliness harder than anything else.
The grief took over, and all I wanted was to be around family. I have two sons, Jack and Edward – Edward moved to Oxford straight out of college because he was awarded the opportunity to further his studies. He calls me every evening just to chat about our days. Jack, on the other hand, lives not too far away from me. He is married to Lucy and has a son named after my husband.
So, now that I’m all alone in this big house Henry bought when we were just starting our family, I’ve been trying to decide whether to sell the house or live with Jack, as he offered, or move out by myself.I decided to try living with Jack. It would be the most comforting thing. But little did I know, Lucy had other plans for my accommodation. I asked my niece to pack up the place while I settled into my new home with Jack and his family. So, I was at their doorstep, suitcases at my feet
. Ready to take on the role of a live-in mother and grandmother — taking over the kitchen whenever Lucy needed me. Lucy came to open the door, a mug of coffee in her hand, and told me that their house was bursting at the seams with the limited space and that the only room available was Henry Jr.’s room. But she wasn’t about to upset the room and change it in any way. It was for Henry when he returned from his semester at college. I understood that. It was his space, and I didn’t want to be a burden.
But I had assumed that Jack would have sorted something out for me — he was the one who asked me to move in if I needed it. “Cecile, we’ve got a bit of a space issue, as you can see,” Lucy repeated. “You’ve got two options,” she continued. “There is the basement, or there’s a nursing home. Your call, grandma.” Talk about a rock and a hard place. Now, let me tell you about their basement.
It’s not the basement you may find in some homes — there’s no converted space for gaming, sewing, or arts and crafts. It’s not a den or cozy room for guests. Jack’s basement is more of a cold, humid dungeon with a bedframe that sighed at every move and a mattress with sharp springs. This was not the comfort I needed.”Lucy,” I said, shuffling my weight from one foot to the other.
“I appreciate the options, dear. But I’ll pass on the basement and nursing home combo.” Cue to my son — trying to play the peacemaker. He came up from behind Lucy, his arm around her waist. “Mom, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking when I invited you to stay. Lucy has a point. We’re tight on space. I promise to get some furniture for the basement to make it comfortable for you.” A basement life wasn’t for me. A nursing home wasn’t for me — at least not yet. So, I just took matters into my own hands.
I dragged my suitcases to the car and drove to my niece’s home. I stayed there for a week while looking for a place I could buy. The house was already on the market, and once it was sold, I knew I would have more than enough money to buy a small place for myself. When everything was settled, my niece helped me move in, and I felt empowered. Maybe I didn’t need family as much as I thought I did.
Edward was worried about me being alone, but I reassured him I would be fine. I moved into the new apartment soon after – a cozy one-bedroom, perfect for me and the cat I hoped to adopt. The bonus was that it came fully furnished, so I didn’t have to worry about anything.
Then, Jack phoned and asked me to dinner with him and Lucy. I drove to their home, wondering what they expected from me. We sat down for dinner, and I told them I had bought an apartment and lived there alone. “I thought you were staying with Mia,” Jack said, referring to my niece.”You can’t be serious!” Lucy exclaimed at the same time. “I did stay with Mia until I moved. I needed my own space.”
“You said that you want to be around family, so I offered,” Jack said, turning red. “Yes, but if it meant being shipped off to a nursing home or having to stay in your basement, I think I’m better off alone.” Then, I left. A few weeks later, I adopted my cat. But I also rewrote my will, leaving everything to Edward, who continues putting money into my account every month, even though I told them I didn’t need it.
“A son must help his Mom,” he said. He also asked me if I wanted to move abroad with him — but how could I? I needed to be close to where Henry rests, at least for now. So, from basement dilemmas to a cozy haven of my own, life certainly throws you for a loop. If your child gave you those options, what would you have done? Here’s another story for you: Elizabeth placed her father in a nursing home and never saw him again. She only visited him at his funeral. But the young woman’s karma caught up with her and taught her a harsh lesson when she received a letter from him after his death…
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