We seek for companionship. In everything, we desire the presence of another. The comfort, joy, laughter, and sweet memories they bring. Little do we know there comes a time we must tread alone. The Son of God wasn’t spared from this either. A path so lonely and dark where we’re churned and forced to face our worst fears. Beaded sweats of blood you will pour. Funny that your victory will be enjoyed by many who didn’t know this pain. And yes, resurrection is after death not before it; one must die to rise.