Zelda and I met in 1959, were best friends right up until her last breath, travelled all over Europe together in 1961, went back to Europe in 1962, lived together in San Francisco when she came back from Italy.
She visited me wherever I lived: from Maracaibo to my current home in Belo Horizonte. My children have loved their Aunt Zelda since they were born and my grandchildren loved their Boobie Zelda from the moment they were born.
I used to refer to her as my sister, she referred to me as "my best friend". We were so much a part of each other's lives and the wound of losing that part of myself isn't yet distant enough for me to even know where to start to put pen to paper.