A Family History Experience at the Preston England Temple -Sunday, November 4, 2018 04 NovAs I neared the top of the road I caught my first glimpse of the temple grounds. To my amazement I thought I saw somebody standing outside the front door, dressed in white, hands together and legs apart, like they were just waiting for me to arrive. The trees blocked my view again and I wondered to myself who would be there at that hour, dressed in white? At the same time, there was something familiar about his stance and his rounded shoulders, and I thought to myself that it looked like my grandfather. I finally reached the top of the road, where I could fully see the temple entrance. Strangely, there was no one there anymore. There wasn’t even a post or pillar in that spot, nothing that could have been mistaken for a person. As I approached the temple gates I was amazed to find them wide open, as if I was expected.