The end of an era. Between tears of acceptance, I Google in disbelief, hoping it’ll be a fluke, that a truly bright light didn’t get extinguished. Listening to The Foo Fighters isn’t helping, I’ve always air drummed to their songs, trying to embody the pure energetic joy of Taylor Hawkins. He was so filled with life, charisma, levity, talent, compassion, his absence is felt by the world. At one point in elementary school I thought him and Dave Grohl were brothers. Taylor, you are beautiful inside and out, no matter the gender. I took days to write this because I wasn’t ready. An icon, a legend, pure magic, rest in beats. We miss you. Via: Jenn D Photography, Rhythm Magazine and Foo Fighter Rule