“Good Morning, Dada”: The Heartbreaking Final Video Kelly Osbourne Shared Before Ozzy’s Death
Two days before the world lost one of rock’s most iconic figures, Kelly Osbourne posted a quiet, tender moment that now feels almost unbearably poignant.
On July 20th, Kelly shared an Instagram Story from the Osbourne family’s countryside home in England. It was a simple morning — no flashing lights, no screaming crowds — just a granddaughter, a grandfather, and the soft rituals of daily life.
“Dada, say good morning,” Kelly’s voice can be heard prompting.
A raspy, familiar voice replies: “Good morning.”
Ozzy Osbourne, seated at the family table, wears headphones as he peers at a computer screen. Newspapers are spread across the table — perhaps his usual morning routine. His grandson, Sidney Wilson (Kelly’s son), toddles nearby as Kelly captures the generational moment with reverence and love.
“Was that me?” Ozzy asks with a soft chuckle, disoriented but present.
Kelly repeats, “Good morning,” and Ozzy echoes: “Good morning.”
Now, those few seconds — intimate, unrehearsed — have taken on the weight of a goodbye.
Since Ozzy’s passing, neither Sharon nor their children — Amy, Kelly, or Jack — have issued a formal public statement. The silence is understandable. Grief this deep doesn’t always find words right away.
But the clues to how much Kelly loved and cherished her father were there long before this final video.
Just weeks earlier, on Father’s Day, she posted an emotional tribute that now reads like a farewell wrapped in gratitude. “I love you more than anything in the world,” she wrote to Ozzy. “I am so proud to be your daughter and beyond honored to watch you be the best papa in the world to my son.”
Ozzy Osbourne was many things to many people: The Prince of Darkness. The godfather of heavy metal. A cultural lightning rod. But to Kelly, he was simply Dada. A father who battled demons but loved with his whole heart. A grandfather who found joy in little voices and breakfast tables far removed from the chaos of his touring days.
That final video — less than ten seconds long — now speaks louder than any eulogy.
It wasn’t a performance. It wasn’t a press statement.
It was just a daughter capturing a sliver of morning light before everything changed.
And in it, Ozzy wasn’t a rock star.
He was a father. A grandfather. A man waking up, softly whispering, “Good morning.”