This year an anthology came out that contains a story I wrote about my Grandmother. It took months for the publishing process. Then, I had to order copies of the book. The publisher is in Canada, so we're talking international shipping, which can take a while. In my case, a while meant forever (or never, depending how you look at it) as the package got lost in the mail. I had to email the publishing company (nice people! no issues with them!) in order to get another shipment sent out. Finally, though, I got the copies of the anthology.
I gave copies to my Grandmother (my dad's mom), my dad and my aunts. It was a teary scene :).
Here's a picture of me and my dear Grandmother (holding the book, and the mirror that had belonged to her--now me--which inspired the story):
Tell me that face wasn't worth the wait!
(BTW--she is 97 years old. Sharp as a tack, too.)