This may sound unusual. But since this page reaches Ozzy fans all over the world. It would be cool to get to know new people, make new friends and possibly hear Ozzy stories like if you met him, went to his concerts and or hear about what’s it’s like over in his hometown! I so wish I could travel! I’m in Georgia. Lastly i love them all so I wanted to reach through my phone’s screen and hug them..Especially Sharon and Kelly. Sharon looks so fragile! I’m definitely going to keep praying for them! Rip prince of darkness!

This may sound unusual. But since this page reaches Ozzy fans all over the world. It would be cool to get to know new people, make new friends and possibly hear Ozzy stories like if you met him, went to his concerts and or hear about what’s it’s like over in his hometown! I so wish I could travel! I’m in Georgia. Lastly i love them all so I wanted to reach through my phone’s screen and hug them..Especially Sharon and Kelly. Sharon looks so fragile! I’m definitely going to keep praying for them! Rip prince of darkness!

Hey everyone — I know this might sound a little unusual, but I just wanted to say something from the heart.

Since this page reaches Ozzy fans from all across the globe, I thought it might be the perfect place to reach out, make some new friends, and just connect over something that means so much to all of us — the life and legacy of the one and only Prince of Darkness: Ozzy Osbourne.

It still doesn’t feel quite real, does it? Knowing he’s gone, knowing he’s no longer physically with us on this Earth… and yet, somehow, he’s everywhere. In every note that plays, in every memory fans share, in every tattoo, poster, album cover, and scream from a crowd that once roared just for him. The world feels a little dimmer now, but the fire Ozzy lit in all of us is still burning. And I think it always will.

I’m writing to you all from Georgia — not the country, but the southern U.S. — and while I’ve never had the chance to travel much (something I really hope to change someday!), I’ve always been curious about what it’s like in Ozzy’s hometown. I’d love to hear from anyone who’s ever been to Birmingham, England… What’s it like? Are there memorials or landmarks? What does the air feel like where heavy metal was practically born?

And on a more personal note — have any of you ever met Ozzy in person? Or seen him live? I’d give just about anything to hear those stories. Did he smile at you from the stage? Did you catch a drumstick or a guitar pick? Did he say something unexpected or funny backstage? Maybe you grew up with his music like I did — maybe you passed it down to your kids. However Ozzy has touched your life, I want to hear it. Because I know I’m not the only one feeling all of this. We are a family, after all — even if we’ve never met.

Honestly, I still find myself staring at photos and old videos lately, especially of his family. Sharon… oh, Sharon. She looked so fragile at the funeral. My heart broke seeing her like that. You could feel the weight of her loss in every tear she tried to hold back. And Kelly too — she looked devastated. I just wanted to reach through my phone screen and hug them all. I still do. I’m definitely keeping them in my prayers every single night. If you’re like me, you can probably feel the grief radiating from them like an open wound. They’ve shared so much of their lives with us — the laughter, the chaos, the love — and now they’re sharing their heartbreak too.

Sometimes I wonder if they even know how much we love them. Not just Ozzy, but the whole Osbourne family. For years they made us laugh, cry, and bang our heads to the heaviest riffs known to man. And now, as they grieve, I hope they can feel how much the world is holding them in its arms, even from far away. I know I am.

It’s strange how someone you’ve never met can feel like such a huge part of your life. Ozzy was that for me. Maybe for you too. His music wasn’t just entertainment — it was therapy. It was energy. It was a safe place to land when everything else felt like it was falling apart. Some days, I’d just close my eyes, crank up “No More Tears” or “Mama, I’m Coming Home”, and let his voice carry me somewhere else. Somewhere stronger. Somewhere I could feel alive again.

And now, knowing he’s resting by that lake on his beautiful estate in Buckinghamshire — it gives me peace. It really does. It’s like, after all the madness, he found a place of stillness. A place he loved. A place that felt like home. I imagine the trees swaying gently in the wind, the water reflecting the sky, and Ozzy finally free from pain, finally at peace. That image brings me comfort.

But still… the ache remains. It probably always will.

I guess that’s why I wanted to reach out. We’re all mourning in our own ways, and sometimes it just helps to talk to people who get it. If you’re reading this and feeling what I’m feeling — thank you. And if you’re willing to share your own memories, stories, or even where you’re from, I’d love to hear it. Let’s keep Ozzy’s spirit alive not just through his music, but through each other.

Because the man may be gone, but his legacy? That’s eternal.

To everyone in this community — stay strong, stay loud, and keep the torch burning. And to Ozzy, wherever you are…

Rest in power, Prince of Darkness.
We’ll never stop loving you.

Let me know if you’d like this adapted for a Facebook post, fan letter, or blog article — or even turned into a video tribute script.