Just saw this on another page and hope it’s ok to share… it gets to you … it did me and I know we all feel for Sharon , I just hope she knows we are all thinking of her and all the family 🙏

“I Just Hope She Knows We’re All Thinking of Her” – A Quiet Wave of Love for Sharon Osbourne

I just saw this on another page… and I hope it’s okay to share here, because it really got to me. It hit something deep. You know that feeling when you read something and your heart just swells—not with pity, but with love? That’s how this felt. And I know I’m not alone.

We’re all thinking of Sharon Osbourne right now. Whether we’ve ever met her or not, whether we’ve only seen her on TV or followed her journey through music, family, love, and loss—what matters is that we feel for her. Not in a distant, detached way. In a human way.

Grief is such a strange thing. It’s invisible and yet it fills every room. It’s silent and yet it drowns out the noise. And for someone like Sharon, who has spent her life in the public eye, walking through grief becomes even more complicated. But behind all the headlines and cameras and legacy… is a woman. A wife. A mother. A soul just trying to breathe through heartbreak.

Ozzy was not just a rock legend to her—he was her other half. Her chaos and her calm. Her fire and her forever. Their love story was not perfect, and that’s what made it real. They battled demons, overcame storms, laughed loudly, fought fiercely, and loved endlessly. You could feel it every time they looked at each other. Every time Sharon defended him. Every time Ozzy sang a song that somehow seemed to have her woven into the lyrics.

And now she’s facing a world without him in it. That’s not something anyone can prepare for.

When I think about Sharon, I don’t see the celebrity. I see the woman who held her family together through everything. I see the mother who would go to war for her kids. The friend who would cut through the nonsense and get straight to the truth. The wife who stood next to a man through decades of ups and downs, who fought for him, who saved him more times than we’ll ever know.

She’s a force. But even the strongest forces feel broken sometimes.

What struck me most about what I read earlier wasn’t the sadness—it was the unity. The way so many people, from all walks of life, from every corner of the world, have been quietly wrapping Sharon and her family in love. Not because they have to. Not because it’s expected. But because they care.

They care because we’ve grown up with her. Because her story has brushed up against our own in ways we didn’t expect. Because when you lose someone like Ozzy, it doesn’t just affect the family—it echoes through millions of hearts. And in that echo, we all feel Sharon’s pain, even if only for a moment.

I hope she knows that. I hope, in the quiet hours of the night, when the silence feels unbearable, she can feel the energy of the people who are silently holding space for her. Strangers who cry when they see a photo. Fans who light candles at home. Friends who text each other “Did you hear? I just feel for her so much.”

Sometimes, in the darkest moments, it’s not the big gestures that matter most. It’s the knowing—knowing you’re not alone. That your pain matters. That the world hasn’t forgotten your love.

So to Sharon, if by some small chance these words ever find their way to you:
You are not alone. We see you. We love you. We remember him.
And we’re holding you, from near and far, in every way we can.

Your strength has always been remarkable. But please, don’t feel like you have to be strong every second. It’s okay to collapse. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to just be. Because in that rawness is where healing begins. And your family—your beautiful, complicated, powerful family—will carry one another forward, step by step, through the grief, through the memories, through the love that never dies.

To anyone else reading this who has loved and lost—this message is for you, too. Grief connects us. It humbles us. It reminds us what truly matters: people, love, time. So hug your loved ones. Share the stories. Laugh through the tears. And don’t be afraid to say “I miss them,” out loud.

Sometimes, the loudest prayers are whispered.
Sometimes, the biggest support is silent.
And sometimes, the most powerful thing we can say is simply:
We’re thinking of you.

Let me know if you’d like a version in Sharon’s voice or one focused more on the fan community—you can tailor this for a tribute page or personal post.

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