Some farewells are spoken in words — others are sung through tears. This spring, Sharon Osbourne released My Love Ozzy, a song that signifies not only the end of an era but also the final note in one of rock music’s greatest love stories.
For the first and only time, Sharon stepped into the recording studio to complete what she and Ozzy began — their last song together. But this isn’t a duet or a grand performance meant for the spotlight. It’s something far more intimate: a farewell set to music, a lifetime distilled into a haunting melody that feels both fragile and eternal.
The official tribute video, released this week, begins in stillness. Sharon sits alone in their Buckinghamshire garden — the same sanctuary where Ozzy spent his final months, surrounded by the calm he had long sought but seldom found. The soft glow of evening light brushes over the leaves and shadows, each one carrying echoes of a shared past. Before her sits a piano, untouched, waiting.
When she begins to sing, her voice trembles — hesitant, almost afraid to disturb the quiet. Yet as the first notes of My Love Ozzy rise into the air, the silence transforms into something sacred. Sharon’s voice isn’t that of a seasoned performer, but of a woman who has lived every lyric. It carries with it laughter, chaos, devotion, and loss — the story of a love that survived fame, scandal, and time itself.
“This was our song,” she whispers midway through, her voice cracking. “And now, it’s my promise to him.”
Behind her, a gentle light begins to glow — filtering softly through the trees, almost like a presence. It’s impossible not to imagine Ozzy there: listening, smiling, proud, perhaps even wiping away a tear. For decades, he filled the world with sound — roaring guitars, thunderous drums, and anthems of rebellion. Now, in this quiet moment, Sharon’s voice carries him home.
The video’s imagery is tender and deliberate. Vintage photographs flicker across the screen: Ozzy in his wild youth of the 1970s, Sharon beside him through the unpredictable MTV years, their children caught in snapshots of laughter, chaos, and love. As the piano builds, the music swells — not into power, but into peace. It feels like closure, the soft heartbeat at the end of a lifelong symphony.
When the final note fades, Sharon closes her eyes. There are no tears — only silence. Yet in that silence lies everything: the echo of devotion, the ache of goodbye, and the quiet truth that love never truly ends.
For those who have followed their remarkable journey — two souls who turned turmoil into tenderness, and chaos into connection — My Love Ozzy is more than a song. It is a love letter written in the language of endurance. Sharon has always been Ozzy’s calm in the storm, and with this final gift, she proves once again that love is the most powerful legacy of all.
In the stillness of that English garden, a legend rests, and a promise remains. One song. One love. Forever Ozzy.