In 2010 my little brother (two years younger than me) was hit by a semi-truck and killed Labor Day weekend. At his funeral my family decided that we would do his temple work at the one year anniversary of his death since he wasn't able to get it done on this earth. Being with my family in the celestial room, knowing my brother was there, was a great feeling. It was really nice to be able to take a quick trip home to see my family and also visit his grave since I hadn't yet seen the gravestone.
Me and my parents.
View from the temple parking lot.