THE ROOM FELL SILENT — THEN OZZY SANG, AND SHARON COULDN’T HOLD BACK THE TEARS. The lights were dim, the air thick with memory. And then — that voice. Rough, broken, but still unmistakably Ozzy Osbourne. His song floated through the speakers like a spirit returning home — fragile, haunting, alive. By the window, Sharon stopped moving. Her hand pressed to her heart as a soft smile trembled through her tears. 💬 “That’s our song,” she whispered — half laughter, half heartbreak. The melody carried more than notes; it carried years — of chaos, devotion, and a love that survived every storm. As the final chord faded, Sharon closed her eyes, hearing him one last time — laughing, calling, promising. And in that sacred quiet, she whispered into the dark, 💬 “You never left, my love. You’re still here… always.”
THE ROOM FELL SILENT — THEN OZZY SANG, AND SHARON COULDN’T HOLD BACK THE TEARS...