07/27/2025
My hero died this weekend. I am never one to be super emotional over the death of celebrities.. do we really know them? No. If social media teaches us anything it's that you can't trust what you see or hear. IG is mostly the filtered and cherry-picked highlights, which is why I always try to talk about the sadness, grief, anger, and confusion that make life real.
When I was in high school I was lost and floundering. Finding love for the first time, judging myself and others harshly, dipping into the darkness of a crippling eating disorder, and starting my journey into addiction, scratching the surface of who I might just want to be.
Music helped me quell the bursting emotions and fires deep inside that were bright but unpredictable, or maybe very predictable, who's to say. When I first was introduced to I felt like I had jumped on the train of life- speeding through puberty with little regard for anyone or anything.
He lit the flame inside of me. He was loud, sporadic, outspoken, and marched to his own beat. He was also a f**k up, like me. He had done some bad things in his addiction, like barely forgivable things. But he also acknowledged those low-vibrating choices and worked to be a better human. He was HIMSELF 100% and I wanted that. I wanted to be the one I envisioned myself as without apologies.
Then the first year I really started to love Ozzy I discovered that him and I shared a birthday. And it was like a sign that I too could become who I was always meant to be.
All week I've been seeing these big beautiful skies full of clouds and I could feel him. And last night at I was working the show and for sound check they played a live Ozzy performance of Sweet Leaf and it sounded like he was there on stage again. And I cried. I love you Ozzy. Thank you for all you gave to earth while I was here. You made my life sparkle.
