I never really got the chance to process Ozzy's death. Of all people, I heard about his death when it was announced from my mom which was also on the day I was heavily stressed from the latest fire I've had to help put out that left me in yet another financial pickle so I had a lot going on already before the news hit.
When I was a teen the prospect of Ozzy dying hit really hard because he was pivotal in developing so much of who I am now. His death didn't hit me as hard as I would've thought though I would not be shocked if when the stress levels go away sometime in the future I'll wake up from a dream a bit teary eyed.