Marie Osmond, who had a ‘different relationship to her brother’, reveals his last words to her before dying

There’s something quietly powerful in the way the Osmond family has been speaking about this loss—because the words carry more than grief. They carry the weight of someone who was never just part of the story, but the one helping hold it together.

Alan Osmond, the eldest brother and a founding force behind The Osmonds, passed away on April 20 at the age of 76, leaving behind not only a legacy in music but a family that clearly leaned on him in ways the public rarely saw.

He is survived by his wife of more than five decades, Suzanne, their eight sons, and an extended family that now includes 30 grandchildren and five great-grandchildren—a reflection of a life rooted as much in family as it was in fame. Long before the spotlight found the Osmonds, Alan was shaping the path forward. As the oldest sibling, he helped guide the group’s direction, both creatively and personally. He co-wrote major hits like “One Bad Apple” and “Crazy Horses,” songs that helped define the group’s sound and cement their place in pop culture.

But behind the success, there was always something quieter about him.

When he was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis decades ago, he gradually stepped away from performing. Yet those close to him suggest he never stepped away from responsibility. If anything, his role simply shifted—from being on stage to being the steady presence behind it.

His own words reflected that resilience: he acknowledged the illness, but refused to let it define him.

That sense of quiet strength comes through most clearly in the tributes shared by his siblings.

Donny Osmond spoke with deep gratitude, describing Alan as someone who carried more than his share of the burden so others could succeed. It wasn’t framed as sacrifice in a dramatic sense, but as something constant and dependable—the kind of support that shapes a family over time.

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