Last night we watched 'The English Patient' - somehow never watched it before. We borrowed ti as we wanted to see the scenes filmed in the part of Tuscany we go to every year (Val d'Orcia/Pienza). What a story, and so moving.
At the end of the film, the young nurse who cares for a very badly burnt pilot in a derelict house in the Tuscan countryside, and listens to his lifes story, night after night- and washes him, feeds him and administers daily morphine for pain - gets ready to give him his does, and with his badly burnt hand pushes all the morphine doses to her and tells her with his eyes that the time has come. She cries- but she knows, that this is the right thing to do- that he has suffered enough. The most wonderful act of pure love.
Yes, I cried too.