When the Trumpet blows

Yesterday a long time friend of mine, Mary Elisabeth Cottingham, was buried. She had lived in this life for 97 years. She had one of the most memorable funerals I have ever been too.
Mary could trace her ancestry back to the 1700s. She carefully shared that information with her 12 children.
Mary named one of her girls, Mary, and that Mary named her only child, Mary, and until very recently, they all lived under one roof.
Mary Jane, the second marry, took care of her mom, Mary Elisabeth, for many many year. Mary Elisabeth, was privileged to have such a caring and dedicated daughter.
The love I have seen shown in that family was something truly wonderful to see.
The family had their own personal newsletter, as a way of keeping in touch and up to date. It was always posted on the refrigerator door, and I remember seeing it one time and the title of that edition was, " The House of the Three Mary's". I loved it.
Mary E. Cottingham lived life with a brave heart, trusting in Our Lord to help her raise all 12 of the children. Their dad died in 1962, and here she was with 12 children to raise, all by herself.
She was able to inspire them to work hard, and be productive members of society. She insisted they become well educated and put all of them through college. Some of them did earn scholarships, which helped.
Mary and her husband had both been school teachers. She also taught music and most of her kids play some sort of instrument.
At her funeral all her girls and granddaughters sang a song at the start and another at the finish of the service. The place the funeral was held was a nice little country church that her family had donated the land for . So this event was really very fitting for them. Her casket was carried, right out to the burial site in the back of the church, again, very fitting.
Mary's parents were married 14 years before she was born and she was an only child so she was very much loved. She passed that love onto her kids, and offered it freely to her friends and anyone who came in contact with her.
At her funeral it was noted that she had died on the eve of a Holy Day that she had keep as required in the Bible as one of the seven of Gods' Feast day. That is the Feast Of Trumpets. During her service, some one blew the rams horn, as that typifies the blowing of horns or trumpets, when Christ comes back and gathers all the living and dead, who have lived lives that honor His way, to be raised and meet him in the air. The dead first and the living after that.
I believe they only blew the horn 6 times, as the 7th time it is blown, will be when Christ actually descends from heaven and calls Mary to ascend to heaven, and the angels will gather her to be with Him. This also was fitting.
Mary had about 75 or so people attend, and after the grave side service, they had a meal with many people contrubuting their best dishes. The tables were adorned with white table cloths and most everyone stayed and shared this wonderful meal together. I believe Mrs. Mongler, and Mary Bell Striete did most of the work for that.
During Marys life, she had many of these same people over to her home for dinner, so a lot of people were privledged to serve her, one last time. This was also, fitting.
She now rests in peace beside her husband and one daughter. We will see her again as is promised in the scriptures, this too is fitting!