It was a great feeling and a feeling of happiness and contentment when I baptized my dead father inside the Manila Philippines Temple of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, or popularly known as Mormon.
It was in September 1984 when our local Church had a temple excursion in Manila. My family, my wife and I were among those who went. It was the time when the Manila Philippines Temple was to be dedicated to be operational and ordinances like a personal endowment, temple marriage, family sealing, and baptism for the dead would be performed for those worthy members.
After I received my personal endowment and sealing to my wife and children, I got a schedule for the baptism of my late father. And it was set on the following day after the temple dedication by Apostle Gordon B. Hinckley. The time had come. I was dressed all white and went down to the huge circular baptismal font inside the temple. An authorized priesthood holder was awaiting me there.
The baptismal prayer was said after the complete name of my late father was vocally mentioned. I was totally immersed in the cold water of the baptismal font. As I was brought up to the surface, I saw a white shadow of an old man, standing afar near the entrance to the font smiling. I smiled back and it vanished like a smoke. I know it was my father who is happy for I substituted him for his baptism.