I read Annie Proulx’s short story when it first appeared in The New Yorker and wept with the pain and joy in the story. When the film came out, Heath Ledger was exactly how I envisioned Ennis from the pages, and his coiled and suppressed agony, especially in the last scene, tore me apart. (My review is here.) I feel the same way now that he has died so young.
I hold him and his family in the Light.