I headed up to the funeral with my parents that morning. We were having an hour long viewing before the funeral started and during the viewing, my aunt showed up with the shot. I left the line and went with her into the bathroom where she gave me the shot. There were several people in the bathroom, with looks on their faces wondering what was going on. Later one of those people in the bathroom asked Jonathan's family if I was okay because they saw me getting a shot in the bathroom? Makes us laugh now, but at the time I didn't think anything of it becuase I literally was not with life mentally.
Thanks to my aunt, I made it through the funeral day without throwing up and was even able to eat at the luncheon after we went to the cemetery.
Just like most of my memories of that week, I don't remember a lot of the funeral or what was said. The thing that I remember most was that we took Jonathan's casket by "horse and buggy" to the cemetery instead of in the hearse. We had his horse Sassy sadled and walking along the side. Jonathan's mom thought this would be the way he would want to go, so that's what we did. My grandpa Pedersen dedicated his grave (he was also the one that sealed us in the temple) and we went back to the church for a luncheon.
My sister was not feeling well that day and sletp in the Primary room while the luncheon was going on. Maybe she should have got one of those shots too!
After the luncheon and the funeral, I became really emotional that night after I had got home and had time to actually think. I think the funeral really made me realize that I wasn't going to see him again and that my life really did just drastically change and I was left there to pick up the pieces of the unknown...