**“𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑽𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒕”**
It was a quiet autumn afternoon when Elton John made his way to Garden Lodge, knowing in his heart it would be the final time he would see his dear friend Freddie Mercury. By then, Freddie had already made a difficult decision: he had stopped taking his medication for a week and a half. He was tired — tired of the pain, tired of the fight — and ready to face the inevitable with dignity.
Peter Freestone, Freddie’s close friend and assistant, remembered that moment vividly. Elton parked his car just outside Garden Lodge, and almost instantly, the press swarmed around him like vultures, shouting questions: *“Why are you here?”* *“Is Freddie dying?”* But Elton, never one to let the press invade something so personal, responded sharply, his voice filled with emotion: **“I just came to see my friend.”**
Inside the house, everything felt still. Freddie, fragile but still radiating his unmistakable warmth, greeted Elton with a faint smile. No grand speeches. No tears. Just two friends sharing a moment that needed no words. They sat together, laughed softly about old times, and let the silence say the rest.
Elton knew he was saying goodbye — not to a superstar, but to a man he loved deeply. And Freddie, with his quiet strength, wanted his last visits to be about love, not loss.
A few days later, Elton would travel to Paris, carrying that memory with him. It was the final chapter of a friendship built on music, mischief, and unconditional care. Even after Freddie’s passing, Elton often spoke of that day with a mixture of sorrow and gratitude — the last visit of two legends, bound by love that outlived time.
