Curious Peach Findings

  Christmas as an adult feels so different. The magic I remember feels buried under financial stress, exhaustion, and a mind that never seems to get a break. I miss my parents so deeply this time of year — they loved Christmas, and they were the spirit of it for me. The warmth, the safety, the feeling that everything would be okay. I find myself wishing I could go back to that time, even just for a moment, but that chapter is gone. All that’s left is the memory, and the ache of missing it.

  October 7, 2025 From the moment I heard Last Rite by Ozzy Osbourne was for preserving order, I didn’t even think twice — I ordered it instantly. Then came the wait. Days felt longer. Every knock at the door had me checking if it was here. I waited patiently, but deep down I was counting the minutes. And finally... it arrived. When I opened the package and saw the book inside, I didn’t just look at it — I held it tightly. Like I was holding the weight of an era. A final message from the Prince of Darkness himself. This isn’t just a book — it’s a ritual. A relic. A farewell sealed in ink and legacy. Ashlee Johnston 's review Oct 14, 2025   ·    edit it was amazing “A raw, unfiltered look at the man behind the madness — and a must-read for lifelong fans.” I grew up hearing my dad play  Black Sabbath , so Ozzy’s voice has always been part of the soundtrack of my life. By the time I got my own copy of  Blizzard of Ozz , I was completely hooked — and I’v...

The first time I heard Ozzy Osbourne, it was “No More Tears” on the radio—and that was it for me. That voice, that intensity... I was hooked. I went straight to the record shop and picked up a Black Sabbath album. Then another. Sometimes just one CD at a time, sometimes two—until I had every single one by 2001. Ozzy became the soundtrack to my life. His music walked with me through chaos, clarity, and everything in between. Songs like “Mama, I’m Coming Home” hit especially hard now after losing my mom. That one breaks me open every time—but in a way that feels healing, like I’m still somehow talking to her. Even now, decades later, Ozzy keeps speaking to me. His newer tracks have hit just as hard—maybe even more. “Ordinary Man” with Elton John is a recent favorite. Honest. Fragile. Legendary. And “Under the Graveyard”… that one? It cuts deep. It’s raw, real, and reminds me that even our heroes are human—that strength comes from surviving what tried to break you. Thank you, Ozzy. For ev...

  Four Years For Mom For Mom – July 15, 2025 It’s been four years since my mom left this world. Four years since I last saw her curled up in that red plaid blanket, hands wrapped around her old glass Christmas mug—the one with the winter scene I remember from childhood. Small and see-through, like it was never meant to last this long. But it did. Just like she did. She was strong. Stronger than anyone really knew. She didn’t show weakness. I only saw her cry a couple of times in my whole life—and even then, it was when she thought I couldn’t see. She carried so much, silently, with a kind of grace that didn’t ask for recognition. She just kept going. Through everything. For all of us. Coffee in the morning. Tea in the afternoon. Coffee again before bed—because she liked it that way, and who was going to tell her otherwise? Sometimes she’d make a fried egg sandwich, with her glass of milk. It wasn’t a big moment, but it mattered. Everything she did was like that—quiet, ste...

  The Last Night and Morning – July 11–12, 2011 The room was still that night. Not empty—never empty—but reverent, quiet in the way that spaces become when love is doing the heavy lifting. The dim light spilled gently across the floor, wrapping around MacKenzie as she lay under her favourite blanket—the one with stars she used to trace when she couldn’t sleep. She was tired, her small body fragile after the long journey she’d endured, but there was still a kind of magic around her, a light you could feel even if her eyes stayed closed. I held her hand, my thumb brushing against her skin. I told stories, songs, memories of home. Of Christmas mornings and baking days. Of Sparkle the Dragon and secret hideouts and cupcakes from Dominion. You told her it was okay. That she was safe. That she had always been so loved. My parents—her Grandma and Grandpa—were there, too. Each of us forming a circle around her, holding the space with a love so deep, so full, it filled every corner of th...

  MacKenzie Gunn Johnston March 25 th , 2004  Mackenzie name meaning and origin  Derived from the Gaelic surname MacCoinnich, Mackenzie means "child of the wise leader" and "born of fire."   Kenzie, Mack, Enzi, Mackie,  Time  6:47am  Weight 7lbs 5oz  Born at Women's Hospital.  _________________________________________________________________ July 12 th , 2011    7 years old    During 1 to 2 weeks before death, the person may feel tired and drained all the time, so much so that they don't leave their bed . They could have: Different sleep-wake patterns. Little appetite and thirst.    Leukemia  Acute megakaryocytic leukemia (AMLK): Cancer in cells that produce red blood cells or platelets .     Diagnosed October 10 th , 2009. 4 years old     10:13am At home    Acute megakaryocytic leukemia (AMKL) is a rare and aggressive form of leukemia that can have profound physical and e...