Freddie Mercury with Mary Austin❤️,1976.

Freddie after his divorce to the beautiful Mary always claimed that she was forever his “one and only great love”.

Freddie Mercury had a great love❤️story with a woman. It’s about Mary Austin: For seven years Freddie and Mary were deeply in love. Then the artist chooses to live his sexuality in a different way, but the paths of the two don’t separate, actually. Mary herself will in fact know about Freddie’s last secret: the location where his ashes are.

But let’s go with order. Mary meets Freddie when she was 19 years old in 1969. She is an art student and works as a cashier in a famous boutique in Kensington, Biba. “He was different from everybody I had known up until that moment,” remembers Mary

“He had a lot of confidence in himself, which I lacked. I liked it, we grew up together”. And it’s love so much that Freddie proposes to Mary, in Christmas 1973. Freddie’s decision to indulge his homosexuality ruins the project, but the two will always be united. At the point where Mary is at the artist’s nipple, 1991.

Mary recalls: “I had great love for him. I’d sit next to her bed for hours even while she slept. At one point he opened his eyes, looked at me and said: ‘Ah, it is you, my faithful friend.'”. Of her Freddie actually loved to say: “All my lovers have asked me why no one can replace Mary, but for me it’s just impossible: she’s my only friend, and I don’t want anyone else.” It’s like a wedding to me”

And here comes the secret that Mary is a keeper: only she actually knows where Freddie Mercury is buried. Kensal Green Cemetery in London has only one headstone written “In Loving Memory of Farrokh Bulsara”, Freddie’s real name, but the ashes aren’t there. They were entrusted to Mery, who took them to safety. ❤️🙏

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