A former “Melrose Place” star has surprised fans with new photos showing him with a gray beard and noticeable wrinkles. At 62, the actor, who was once a TV heartthrob, is now embracing the natural aging process. His recent look has gotten a lot of attention online, with many fans admiring his rugged, mature appearance.
This ’90s TV star was known for his good looks and charm. Fans have watched him grow over the years, but his latest transformation has caught them off guard.
From his early days on television to his current status as a silver-haired star, this actor’s journey is more fascinating than it seems.
The Rise of a TV Heartthrob
Born in Detroit and raised in northern California, the actor’s journey to fame wasn’t always glamorous. His mother, Kathleen, worked as a systems analyst. Despite her demanding job with early mornings and long hours, she made sure to teach her children the value of education and hard work. Her dedication laid the groundwork for the actor’s future success.
In 1984, by his early 20s, the actor got his big break when he landed the role of Rick Hyde on the daytime soap opera *Ryan’s Hope*. He played this role until 1987, earning an Emmy nomination and setting the stage for his future in entertainment.
The following year, he landed another role as Gregory Prince III in an episode of *ABC Afterschool Specials*. This teen drama series often tackled social issues of the day.
This role made him a major TV star and turned him into a heartthrob of the ’90s. His portrayal of a tough, motorcycle-riding contractor won over many fans and made him one of the most recognizable faces on television.
As time has passed, the actor has grown from a youthful heartthrob into a mature figure in Hollywood. The days of the clean-shaven, charming Jake Hanson are long gone.
Unlike some actors who try to fight aging, this actor has fully embraced it. Now, he sports a full gray beard and natural wrinkles, giving him a distinguished look that shows his life experience and wisdom.
His recent photos have stirred a lot of attention online. Fans have reacted with admiration, praising his natural and elegant appearance on social media.
People were surprised and impressed when they saw his recent photos. One person on Instagram said, “He sure is a handsome man,” and another shared their love for “Dynasty,” saying, “How obsessed I am with ‘Dynasty’ and you all.”
Fans noted how his charm has lasted over the years. One commented, “Most handsome man in Hollywood. I watched you on ‘Melrose Place’ and kept watching because of you. You were very attractive then, and you still are. You’ve aged gracefully.”
Another fan simply said, “Handsome man, omg.” On X (formerly Twitter), a user expressed their amazement, writing, “So Grant Show is 62 years old and still looks like this?!???”
Comments like “Grant looks stunning with a gray beard” and “He has aged gracefully” show that people appreciate how he has embraced aging naturally and feel it has only enhanced his appeal.
Six months later, they met again in Vancouver, and this time their bond grew stronger. They started as friends, and after about eight weeks of dating in Los Angeles, they became a couple.
A year later, they got engaged and had a one-month engagement before marrying in a rustic California ceremony on August 18, 2012. Besides acting, LaNasa is a former ballet dancer and choreographer.
She had a successful Hollywood career with roles in movies like “Alfie” (2004), “Valentine’s Day” (2010), and “The Campaign” (2012). On TV, she starred in the NBC sitcom “Three Sisters” (2001) and the drama series “Deception” (2012) as the glamorous socialite Sophia Bowers.
Their relationship quickly became a significant part of his life. The actor often talks about LaNasa with great love. She once compared her to his caring grandmother, Blanche, who played a key role in his upbringing.
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In 2013, almost a year after they got married, the actor and his wife were trying to start a family. He mentioned, “We are working on it — practice, practice, practice.” They knew it might be a bit tricky because of their age, but they were determined to make it happen.
Despite his character Spence Westmore on “Devious Maids” dealing with romantic issues, the actor joked that they were keeping their marriage exciting both inside and outside the bedroom.
He said that they did everything together, from playing golf to shopping, and highlighted how important it was to keep the romance alive in their relationship.
Their efforts paid off when they had a baby girl, Eloise McCue Show, in March 2014. They were thrilled and said, “We are truly blessed to have such a healthy and beautiful baby girl.”
The actor, producer, and director has continued to work while balancing his family life. His most recent role was as Blake Carrington on the TV show “Dynasty,” which aired from 2017 to 2022.
At 62, he still cherishes his past role. He recently reunited with his former “Melrose Place” co-stars — Daphne Zuniga, Laura Leighton, and Courtney Thorne-Smith — to look back on their time together on the show.
The reunion took place on the “Still The Place” podcast, where the former “Melrose Place” stars looked back at their time on the show. They shared cherished memories, talked about how “Melrose Place” affected their lives, and reminisced about the strong connections they built while working together.
The actor talked about how playing Jake Hanson made him famous and helped him make lifelong friends. He and his former co-stars shared laughs and fond memories, showing how strong their bond was from their time on and off the “Melrose Place” set.
Grandkids Fought over Who Would Inherit Grandma’s Bigger House – But Grandma and Karma Had the Last Laugh
Margaret was 83, fiercely independent, and tired of her family circling her like vultures. When she vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a cryptic note, her children were frantic. They never imagined her bold final move would leave them stunned.
My name’s Dorothy, and I’m 80 years old. I never thought I’d have a story about my best friend, but here I am. Margaret, who I’ve known for decades, deserves to have her story told.
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She was the sharpest, sassiest 83-year-old I’ve ever met. She called me her “partner in crime,” though most of our crimes were eating too many donuts or gossiping over coffee.
Margaret had a modest life but a smart one. She lived in a cozy little bungalow, the kind with flower boxes under the windows. She also owned a big, beautiful colonial-style house across town. That house was her husband Tom’s pride and joy.
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When he passed 20 years ago, Margaret started renting it out. “Tom would’ve hated it,” she’d say, “but a lady’s got to live.” The rent covered her bills, and Margaret never relied on anyone, not even her kids.
“Dorothy, let me tell you something,” she’d say, wagging a finger. “Independence is a woman’s best friend. Next to coffee, of course.”
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But last year, everything started to change. Margaret’s health took a downturn. She got weaker, and for the first time, she needed a little help. I started running errands for her, and her kids, Lisa and David, began showing up more often.
At first, it seemed like they cared. Then I noticed they weren’t helping. They were circling.
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Lisa was always dressed like she was going to a fancy brunch. Perfect nails, designer purse, big sunglasses perched on her head. “It’s such a shame that big house is just sitting empty. A family like mine could really put it to use,” she’d say.
David was practical, but not in a good way. He’d show up with his laptop and act like Margaret’s financial advisor, even though she never asked him to.
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“Mom, you’re sitting on a gold mine with that house. You know, selling it could set you up for life—or help the kids. Just something to think about.”
Margaret hated it. “I’ll decide what to do with my houses when I’m good and ready,” she’d tell them. “And don’t you dare think I’m leaving this Earth anytime soon.”
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The grandkids weren’t any better. Lisa’s oldest, Jessica, was the queen of fake sweetness. She’d bring over baked goods with little notes like, “Grandma, don’t you think a growing family deserves a beautiful home?” David’s son, Kyle, was blunt. “Grandma, it’d be a shame if the big house got sold instead of staying in the family.”
One afternoon, Margaret had enough. We were sitting in her kitchen drinking tea when we heard Lisa and David arguing in the living room.
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“You’ve got three kids,” Lisa said, her voice rising. “You don’t need more space.”
“Oh, please,” David shot back. “Your kids are practically grown. I’ve got college to think about, and that house could help.”
Margaret rolled her eyes and shuffled to the door. “Enough!” she snapped, stepping into the room. “You’d think I was already six feet under with the way you’re fighting over my stuff.”
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Lisa opened her mouth, but Margaret raised a hand. “No. I’m still here, and I’m not splitting my house in two just to shut you up. Go bicker in your own homes.”
David looked embarrassed, but Lisa crossed her arms. “We’re just trying to help, Mom.”
“Help?” Margaret scoffed. “If you want to help, wash the dishes. Otherwise, don’t come around here with your nonsense.”
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When they left, Margaret turned to me and shook her head. “They’re shameless, Dorothy. Just shameless.”
I patted her hand. “They’ll back off eventually.”
She smirked. “Don’t count on it. But I’ve got a plan.”
“What are you going to do?” I asked cautiously.
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Margaret didn’t answer right away. She just smiled like I hadn’t seen in years. “You’ll see,” she said simply.
A week later, Margaret was gone.
She left no warning, no calls, no explanations—just a single note on my doorstep. It was written in her neat, no-nonsense handwriting:
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“Dear Dorothy,
Don’t worry about me. I’m safe, and I need some time to myself. Keep an eye on the vultures for me. I’ll be back when I’m ready.
Love, Margaret.”
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At first, I thought she might have gone to a nearby bed-and-breakfast or was staying with an old friend. But as days turned into weeks, it became clear she was much further than that. Her phone was disconnected, and no one—not even her children—knew where she was.
Lisa and David were frantic. They showed up at my house constantly, asking if I had heard from her.
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“She wouldn’t just leave,” Lisa insisted, her voice teetering between anger and worry. “This isn’t like her.”
David was less dramatic but just as concerned. “She’s punishing us,” he said flatly, pacing my living room. “That’s what this is about. She’s making a point.”
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I played dumb, shrugging whenever they pressed me for information. “I haven’t heard from her,” I lied, knowing full well that Margaret would’ve wanted it that way.
Then, one quiet morning, I found a postcard in my mailbox. The picture on the front was of a serene mountain scene, snowcapped peaks under a bright blue sky. The handwriting on the back was unmistakably Margaret’s:
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“Dear Dorothy,
I’m finally breathing fresh air. Wish you were here—but don’t tell the vultures. I’ll write again soon.
Love, Margaret.”
I stood on my porch, clutching the card, tears stinging my eyes. Margaret wasn’t just gone. She was free. And as much as I missed her, I couldn’t help but feel a little envious.
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When Margaret returned, she looked like a new woman. Her cheeks were rosy, her step lighter, and her eyes had a spark that had been missing for years.
“Well, don’t just stand there gawking, Dorothy,” she said, grinning as she breezed through my door with a small suitcase. “I’m back, and I’ve got stories to tell. Put the kettle on.”
I couldn’t stop staring. She looked ten years younger. There was a calm, almost radiant energy about her.
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“Where were you, Margaret?” I asked, half-laughing and half-serious.
She wagged a finger. “A lady never reveals all her secrets. Just know that I went where I needed to go.”
A few days later, Margaret passed away peacefully in her sleep. I found her in bed, a small smile on her face, as if she’d simply drifted off into a dream.
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The day of Margaret’s will reading was overcast, and the lawyer’s office was packed. Lisa and David sat on opposite ends of the room, their spouses and grown children huddled close, whispering and casting suspicious glances at one another. The air buzzed with anticipation.
I sat quietly in the corner, clutching my purse. Margaret had shared enough with me that I knew what was coming, but that didn’t make it any less thrilling.
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The lawyer, a composed man with a sharp suit and a no-nonsense demeanor, began with the formalities. Margaret had left some sentimental items to friends, small donations to charity, and a few keepsakes to her grandchildren. The family’s polite nods were a thin veil over their growing impatience.
Finally, the lawyer paused and looked up. “Now, regarding the properties,” he said, flipping to the next page.
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Lisa’s head shot up. David leaned forward, elbows on his knees.
“The large house and the bungalow have both been sold,” the lawyer announced.
“What?” Lisa’s voice cracked as she shot out of her chair. “She sold them? Without telling us?”
David looked equally stunned, his face turning a deep shade of red. “She… what did she do with the money?” he demanded.
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The lawyer remained calm. “She traveled extensively, fulfilling a lifelong dream. She left a note for her family.” He opened an envelope and read aloud:
“To my beloved children and grandchildren,
Thank you for reminding me that life is short and my happiness is my own to claim. I hope you learn from my example: spend what you’ve earned, enjoy what you’ve built, and live while you can. The houses are gone, but the memories I made will last forever.
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Dorothy, the money I’ve left is yours. Don’t spend the rest of your life tied to this street. Use it to see the world, just like I did. Live boldly.”
The room erupted.
“She what?!” Lisa shrieked. “That house was supposed to stay in the family!”
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“This is insane!” David thundered. “Who spends everything without leaving something behind?”
Jessica, Lisa’s eldest, flipped through the photo album the lawyer handed over, her jaw dropping. “Is this… Grandma on a gondola? In Venice?”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. Margaret would’ve loved this.
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As the lawyer flipped through the album, he narrated some of Margaret’s escapades: riding a Vespa, sipping wine in a vineyard, and dancing in a village square. Each photo was more joyful than the last, a testament to her unapologetic embrace of life.
“She used us,” Lisa hissed, glaring at me. “Did you know about this?”
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I raised my tea cup, smiling. “All I know is Margaret did what made her happy. Isn’t that what you wanted for her?”
A month later, I stood at the airport with her photo album tucked into my carry-on. My first destination was Paris.
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As the plane soared above the clouds, I pulled out the album and flipped through the pages. There was Margaret, laughing in the sunshine, raising a glass in some charming café.
“This one’s for you, Margaret,” I whispered, raising a tiny plastic cup of champagne.
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