After his wife died, Dan Peterson didn't know what to do with himself. He spent a lot of time in his garden remembering his wife's favorite flower, white roses.
"I've never been able to get a white rose to grow — all mine are red," Peterson says.
Before she died, Dan and his wife would do everything together. Now, the world just felt darker.
"I'm sitting here starring out the back window of my house, just waiting it out to see how long I was going to live," he says.
One day on a dreaded grocery run, Dan felt particularly depressed.