I went to a funeral/memorial last Sunday. I hate memorials, mostly because they make me feel mortal. Yet, on this day, and at that time, I didn’t hate it. Why? Because this funeral was for an old friend, an old law partner, even a mentor to some extent, and yes, someone I hadn’t seen in 20 years. It wasn’t sad for me, but I did feel melancholy. That feeling caused me to write this note to my old partner, Aaron Blumberg. I know it’s too late for Aaron, but it’s not too late for me — or, for that matter, all of you who are reading this article.