Some of the fondest memories we have of Grandpa were when Marshal and I were sealed in the Salt Lake City Temple, Grandpa Underwood preformed our sealing. He chatted with us in the hall before we went into the sealing room, then when he came in, he said, "If I have anything else to say I know where they are, let's get this done." We were in and out in less than a half hour.
We had asked him in advance to preform our sealing, and before he said he would ask permission from the First Presidency of the Church he looked me straight in the eye and said,"Now are you sure you want to marry this guy, it is permanent."
Grandpa didn't think he had done anything special in his life. He was a sealer in the Provo Utah temple, served a mission in New Zealand, and was Pearl Harbor survivor. After his passing a journal was discovered where he had recorded how many sealings he performed per day during his time as a sealer. He affected the eternity of hundreds of people by preforming this ordinance. He never saw himself as anything important or special, but we all know better.
Before he passed, Grandpa was adamant that he did not want military honors at his graveside service. His children decided that he had earned them. The weather cooperated with us until the military honors started. Then it started raining and thundering, the deluge continued until the military portion of the service was done. After than the storm blew over, and it was a little chilly but at least not raining. We all said, "Well I guess Grandpa really didn't want military honors."
