It is with heavy hearts that we announce the passing of Cindy Lou (Mulac) McLaughlin (August 25, 2020), 58 of Connellsville, PA.  Cindy Lou was born Halloween Day of 1961. She was raised in Vanderbilt, PA on a farm. If you knew Cindy, you knew she loved horses. As we speak right now, she’s helping Jesus build up heaven, and traveling to Gods table via her Arabian horse. She is survived by her loving husband, Dan of 42 years—36 of those years married, her daughter Annie (Jonathan), and her two unconditionally loved grandsons Kane and Kash. She is survived by 6 sibling, 3 brothers/sister-in-laws, their spouses, many nieces/nephews, and her mother Janet. She was predeceased by her daughter Kirby, father Charles, father-in-law Bud, mother-in-law Dot, and brother-in-law Buddy along with anyone else in the world that she loved who passed before August 25, 2020.  Cindy had enjoyment for a lot of things in this life such as, making other people delicious desserts and food (seriously, we are starving without her), spending time with her “babes” aka grand-babies, planting flowers, making jokes and making everyone laugh (she had the most contagious smile and everyone that met her thought she was hilarious), she most certainly convinced God to have a Halloween party in heaven or at least trick or treating (a Jesus friendly and non-spooky version of course), she asked Jesus if they can have scratch off tickets in heaven-winner spends more time helping him, her favorite time to do the dishes and put away pots and pans was at 7:00 a.m. on a Saturday when her daughter was growing up, she had a kind heart, and was truthful to a fault (don’t ask her for her opinion, if you really don’t want it), she enjoyed spoiling everyone else but herself (which is why she didn’t care if her clothes had holes in them), she had the most beautiful blue-green eyes you’d ever see, she was effortlessly beautiful (she didn’t have a vain bone in her body—yet still had so much confidence), she was flawlessly herself, she was the most thoughtful person that ever existed in her daughter and grandchildren lives (and to everyone else that entered in her life as well), if she was a millionaire; she would not only smell like white diamonds but would have looked like Elizabeth Taylor with diamonds and jewelry on every part of her body, she made her husband and daughter swear they’d have her gold plated teeth removed when she died (sorry Cindy, I hope you aren’t rolling in your grave now—because they weren’t about to ask the funeral director that request), if heaven doesn’t require clothes; she is surely naked, she’s definitely a warrior for Jesus helping with his work; because she was mule #7 or #9 (whatever number it was from that old show) and took so much pride in her job (to which she worked until the last two months of her life because she was a work horse), she’s probably in heaven still watching old black and white movies in her free time (to which many angels are wondering how they weren’t banished to the devils den), while she’s watching her movies; she’s twirling her hair, if God serves wine in heaven—my mom is most definitely drunk off of one glass or more likely than not taking a sip to please Jesus and making a funny face to all the other angels, she believed in Gods plan and had faith every step of the way, and if she’s helping to build her loved ones heavens up—we’ll have the most magical mansion in all of heaven. People believe that Cindy lost her life due to metastatic breast cancer, but the truth behind the matter is that she was selfless, that she allowed someone the opportunity to have her miracle here on earth and join God (way too soon to everyone here that loved her) to help build up heaven. So while we are all down here, she’s up there putting frosting on the cake for Jesus’s table and making miracles happen for us all in heaven to enjoy one day.