"I Am The End..."

🎸 “I Am The End” — A Tribute to Ozzy and the Music That Raised Us All

There’s a dream I’ve had — simple, haunting, powerful.

“I am the end...”

I didn’t know what it meant at first. But as the years played out like vinyl grooves, I realized: I carry the echo of those before me. And some of those echoes sounded like Ozzy Osbourne.

🎧 Before 9 Years Old: My First Tour

While other kids played tag, I was the unofficial DJ of the neighborhood —blasting War Pigs from my step-father's tape recorder. It was too big for my bike basket as I made my rounds like it was a world tour stop. I didn’t understand the lyrics, but I felt them. Ozzy made me feel bigger than I was —like something inside me already knew the sound of rebellion, power, and truth.

❄️ Blizzard of Ozz & Teenage Chaos

In my teen years, Ozzy owned the soundtracks to my most reckless years. Every party, every haze, every heartbreak —there was always one of his songs playing. It wasn’t just music. It was the mood, the air, the vibe. He was the anthem of that era, and we lived it hard.

🚪 “Mama, I’m Coming Home” — And I Did

Decades passed. Over 20 years and I hadn’t seen my biological father. But one day, sitting outside his home, body shaking over going to ring the doorbell, I heard it — Ozzy’s Mama, I’m Coming Home on the radio. And suddenly, it wasn’t a song. It was a sign. I walked up the driveway to the Cape Cod inspired home and rang the bell. That was the day I was reunited with my biological father. It was Ozzy that helped bring us together.

👻 On the Road

With Ozzy and his family at his side, we watched a young Jack Osbourne go from guns and horses in the UK, road trips from Florida to "Double Exposure" ghost stories over the years.

These family scene among others were not from a movie — it was their life, scripted or not. You could see it: Ozzy laughing, full of life, in his element as a grandfather. No stage, no crowd — just joy, family, and stories that felt familiar. All of the television series throughout Ozzy's career made him more than a legend. It made him one of us.

👶 A New Generation, Same Beat

Now, my own kids are grown up with his voice echoing through their lives with the Black Sabbath and Ozzy catalogs. They used to laugh (mind you, in Ozzy style) at me when they lived at home every time I was any kind of angry and yell - “You even look like Ozzy when you’re mad.” Maybe I do. Maybe the music shaped my face. But, my kids did too when they looked at me and laughed in Ozzy style.

🖤 A Legacy in Sound

Ozzy wasn’t just an artist. He was a mirror. A mood. A bridge between me and my biologic and step-fathers. Between me and my children. Between John and me who have shared the most together. Between who I was and who I’m still becoming. He was laughter. He was soul. He was the sound of family, whether we knew it or not. And I will forever be grateful. For the music. For the memories. For the man.

Thank you, Ozzy. You didn’t just raise hell. You helped raise us.🎤⚡

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Heather McGeever written with help from AI.