I wanted to commend Elizabeth Gehrman for her brutally honest account of what it is like to accompany a beloved parent along the long, cruel slog through dementia to inevitable death (“My Mother, Our New Life”). My 87-year-old mom has Alzheimer’s, and watching her personality, memory, vocabulary, and ability to function die a little bit each week is heartbreaking. Reading Gehrman’s essay makes me feel less alone on this confusing journey. Tomorrow when my mom asks me “What am I supposed to do now,” I’ll be more convincing when I tell her “I’m not sure, but we’ll figure it out together.” Thank you. I enjoy reading my Globe online daily precisely for articles like this one.