Back To The Beginning: A Reflection from Sharon Osbourne
When Sharon Osbourne looked out at the sea of people standing under the pale glow of the arena lights, she felt the years peel away in a rush of sound and memory. From the front of the stage to the cheap seats in the back, they were all here for him—every tattooed arm raised, every voice hoarse from decades of devotion.
This was *Back To The Beginning*—Black Sabbath’s final concert. But for Sharon, it was more than a show. It was the closing chapter of a life she’d been woven into from the start.
Backstage, the air still buzzed with the final notes of “Paranoid.” Sharon sat quietly in a dressing room, holding a worn photo. One of the crew had slipped it to her just after Ozzy walked offstage for the last time. In the photo, a young Ozzy grinned with the wild, reckless energy of a man who had no idea what legend he was about to become.
Tears welled up, not just from pride, but from the weight of the journey. She’d seen the chaos, the breakdowns, the resurrections. She’d fought for him when no one else would. She’d believed in him when even he didn’t.
And now, it was done. The roar of the crowd was fading, but the legacy would echo forever.
“We made it,” she whispered to the photo, brushing a thumb over his face. “We actually made it.”
Outside, Ozzy’s voice—raspy but still thunderous—laughed somewhere down the corridor. Sharon smiled, tucked the photo into her bag, and stood.
The end, she knew, was just another kind of beginning.
