I'm overhelmed with sadness for Ennis when he finds his shirt with Jacks in Jack's bedroom and I know just how he feels... the confusion, deep grief, the terrible realization of just how much Jack loved him and that he cannot hold him ever again. I cry somethin' fierce when I see him holding their shirts because I did the same thing when I lost a loved one so long ago. It's like I lost Joe yesterday. I can't watch the movie too often for that reason. It's got its wonder, beauty and joy, but it's too close to home for me in the end, too sad, but I'm glad I can come here to talk about it.
Peace,
Rayn