Damn this is a hard day. July has completely leveled me as a person. So much loss, grief and sadness. Dad had Elvis growing up. I had Ozzy. Over the years we both grew to appreciate each other’s musical icons. I forced Pop to listen to every Ozzy album growing up he probably knew Crazy Train be heart. I can sing Houndog note for note too. July took Dad and Ozzy, and Bobby Jenks, Hulk Hogan, Sandburg and more people I had ties with, two more Mothers and another Father of friends. Never has a timeline battered me like this, ever.

Damn this is a hard day. July has completely leveled me as a person. So much loss, grief and sadness. Dad had Elvis growing up. I had Ozzy. Over the years we both grew to appreciate each other’s musical icons. I forced Pop to listen to every Ozzy album growing up he probably knew Crazy Train be heart. I can sing Houndog note for note too. July took Dad and Ozzy, and Bobby Jenks, Hulk Hogan, Sandburg and more people I had ties with, two more Mothers and another Father of friends. Never has a timeline battered me like this, ever. Losing Dad is truly the hardest thing. During his hospital stay the one light I had was coming home and watching the Birmingham show, Ozzy’s last. Never thought that it would be the last, just like I never thought the last time I spoke to Pops would be my last. Very similar with these two that one minute he was fine, the next gone. I saw Sharon Osbourne today reminding me of my Mom, forever the manager and caretaker of her beloved husband, crushed…. full of probable questions. I saw Jack his son trying to be strong yet the tears raining down his face. He is alone now, without his best friend and Father. Damn it hits hard….. I ramble a lot but hear this…. Nothing is given and life can change lightning fast. LOVE your loved ones, take care of one another and laugh, smile and try to be happy. Family and friends matter more than anything. Nothing and I mean nothing is more important than sharing who you are with others and having them appreciate you for you. A couple of men I once knew lived like this. This is how I want to live, like them. To be loved, to love and to give of myself to make others happy.

Damn this is a hard day. July has completely leveled me as a person. So much loss, grief and sadness. Dad had Elvis growing up. I had Ozzy. Over the years we both grew to appreciate each other’s musical icons. I forced Pop to listen to every Ozzy album growing up he probably knew Crazy Train be heart. I can sing Houndog note for note too. July took Dad and Ozzy, and Bobby Jenks, Hulk Hogan, Sandburg and more people I had ties with, two more Mothers and another Father of friends. Never has a timeline battered me like this, ever. Losing Dad is truly the hardest thing. During his hospital stay the one light I had was coming home and watching the Birmingham show, Ozzy’s last. Never thought that it would be the last, just like I never thought the last time I spoke to Pops would be my last. Very similar with these two that one minute he was fine, the next gone. I saw Sharon Osbourne today reminding me of my Mom, forever the manager and caretaker of her beloved husband, crushed…. full of probable questions. I saw Jack his son trying to be strong yet the tears raining down his face. He is alone now, without his best friend and Father. Damn it hits hard….. I ramble a lot but hear this…. Nothing is given and life can change lightning fast. LOVE your loved ones, take care of one another and laugh, smile and try to be happy. Family and friends matter more than anything. Nothing and I mean nothing is more important than sharing who you are with others and having them appreciate you for you. A couple of men I once knew lived like this. This is how I want to live, like them. To be loved, to love and to give of myself to make others happy.