When my nephew departed, I stood in a funeral parlor surrounded by design that did not resonate with who Terry WAS, which made for impossible choices that didn’t feel like it spoke of the person he used to be. I knew there had to be another way. I made a bookmark that people still carry to this day — and wrote the first of many eulogies that helped people feel, remember, and heal.
I didn’t know it then, but this work had already chosen me. COLT is my answer to a broken system. It’s where grief meets beauty, and where design becomes a vessel for love.