Mourning Ozzy Osbourne

 

July 22, 2025
A day that will forever mark the saddest chapter in this metalhead’s soul.

The Godfather of Heavy Metal.
The Prince of Darkness.
The legendary Ozzy Fucking Osbourne took his final breath in this world.

With an earbud tucked in, a specific song on cue, a cigarette newly lit, and a colander in hand, I stepped out into the garden. Dixie trotted along behind me, blissfully unaware of the storm inside me.
News had just broken—fresh, barely 30 minutes old. Ozzy was gone. Really gone. And suddenly everything felt off.
This was real.
This was happening.
This was goodbye.
Just 17 days after the biggest farewell concert ever... NO. NO. NO.

YES.

The first riffs cracked through my earbud and the tears came like a flood.
I knew—this was my moment to mourn.
To feel. To honor.
To grieve in true Ozzy fashion—raw, unapologetic, and reverent.

The man who made the darkness something to embrace.
Who made bats cool (just don’t bite them).
Who taught us it’s perfectly acceptable to drop an F-bomb in every sentence.

As the grief crept up my spine and settled into my shoulders, I surrendered to the sadness.
But my brain wouldn’t shut up about that damn colander: "Don’t drop it. It has to be clean."
Why? I didn’t know.
I was just holding on to something stupid—because letting go meant admitting it.
Meant facing the truth:
Ozzy was gone.

So I put that colander on my head. Yeah. I did.
And with verse two blazing through my earbuds, I stood there—metal as hell.
Tears streaming.
Colander crown gleaming.
Saluting a man I never met but deeply knew through his music, his concerts, his interviews, his wildness.

Most of all, through being a kindred soul—another proud, chaotic Sagittarius with a “fuck it, I am who I am” spirit.
And that was enough.

Then, as if my hand had been waiting all along, I raised it.
Horns high.
Colander shining.
Voice cracking as I whispered through the tears:

"...And I’ll see you, I’ll see you on the other side. \m/"
"...Yes, I’ll see you, I’ll see you on the other side. \m/"

Thank you for being you.
Now fuck off before I start crying again...

John Michael “Ozzy” Osbourne
12.03.1948 – 07.22.2025
The Prince of Darkness, forever.