Ozzy Osbourne Dies at 76, Weeks After Farewell Concert

I’m deeply saddened to learn of Ozzy Osbourne’s passing today. It feels like the end of an era, like a light has gone out in the world of rock and roll. He performed his final concert just a few weeks ago—a moment so many of us enjoyed, a symbolic farewell to a career that spanned generations. Instead, Ozzy departed this life quietly, on his terms, surrounded by the close friends who had stood beside him through decades of music, madness, and meaning.

I’ve been the king, I’ve been the clown
Now broken wings can’t hold me down
I’m free again

He was 76 years old.

A statement from his family confirmed that he passed on Tuesday. No official cause was given, but those of us who have followed his journey knew that he had been living with Parkinson’s disease since he revealed his diagnosis in 2020. Despite his health struggles, Ozzy never stopped being Ozzy—bold, raw, and resilient.

It’s sobering to think that after a lifetime of pushing boundaries and defining genres, he was preparing for one final bow, only for fate to intervene. Yet in true Ozzy fashion, even in the end, he left a mark—reminding us all of the fragility of life, and the power of legacy.

It’s hard to put into words what Ozzy meant to me. I grew up with his music—those early high school days when I first heard Randy Rhoads’ soaring guitar intertwined with Ozzy’s unmistakable voice. That sound etched itself into my soul. It was raw, electric, and alive. I was hooked from the first note.

Now, as I get older, facing my health challenges, watching my childhood idols struggle with theirs, and after losing my parents, there’s a heaviness that settles in. A quiet kind of sorrow. It makes you pause and ask yourself why we’re here, what truly matters, and how we’ll be remembered.

Ozzy wasn’t just the Prince of Darkness. Behind the wild persona was a gentler, deeply human man. He stumbled, he fell, but he always got back up. He made us laugh, he made us feel, and through it all, he gave us everything he had—on stage, on TV, and in spirit.

He was no saint, but saints don’t shake the world the way Ozzy did. He was loved by his fans, by his family, by generations of people who found something honest and enduring in his voice and persona. In the end, it’s the good you do that echoes.

To think: a boy growing up in post-war Birmingham, dreaming of more, and in the summer of 2025—just weeks ago—he stood on that very soil and gave it all he had, one last time. Then, just like that, he was gone.

You will be missed, Ozzy. Deeply. Your music, your madness, your humor, your heart—they’ll live on.
Never say die.