I watched a couple of videos of Momma I’m Coming Home, and I can’t say the same thought didn’t momentarily cross my mind…
That said, in the end, this show was about OZZY as much as it was his fans. It was his final hurrah, a rousing goodbye and thank you to his tens of millions of fans.
The people who were openly weeping during his performance didn’t give a shit about whether or not his voice sounded like it did when he was in his 20s, before the ravages of age and Parkinson’s. HE seemed genuinely happy, and in the end that’s all that mattered at this point, the final days of a life well lived.