The first few years after I lost my mom I would stop at the Eaton’s or Simpsons fragrance department and smell the bottles of White Shoulders. It was my mother’s signature scent, one she only wore on special occasions. I knew my parents would be attending a party or a function when she spritzed it on. Just before they would leave, she’d kiss and hug me and I would be enveloped in the sweet scent. It has been almost 30 years since my mom passed away, but Mother’s Day is still bittersweet. I am the luckiest mom ever to have a daughter to share the day with, but all the fanfare that surrounds Mother’s Day makes me a little melancholy. Other moms, who have lost their mothers, tell me that they too feel the same way (if their relationship with their mom was a good one). Actress Rosie O’Donnell has even produced a documentary, which airs on May 12 on HBO, about her experience. Called The (Dead Mothers) Club, It focuses on three women whose mothers died during their adolescences and reveals how coming of age without them continues to play out in their lives. [HTML1] Rather than dwell on it though, I will do what I have done every Mother’s Day since my daughter was born. We will visit my mother-in-law and my stepmom, gifting them with kisses, flowers and cards. I will revel in my good fortune to have such a great kid, and before my girl falls asleep at night, I will sit on her bed and share a story or two about my mom.