Spooked & Memorial day weekend

This is a true story. I haven't even told John yet but that's just because I forgot which is weird considering it's so strange but my friend Kate just e-mailed me and made me remember. I don't know why, maybe because she can be all spiritual sometimes... anyway - what the hell am I talking about? Here goes:
We went to Maine for Memorial day weekend. My whole Hicks family came to spread my grandmother's ashes over the lake. It was a nice memorial, a little awkward, but nice and the weather/setting was perfect.
So, that evening, we all settled in for the socializing portion of the evening. It was early mind you, like 7:30pm, so I was not looped/buzzed/inebriated in anyway. People were standing around the stove and my uncle (Tom) was talking about Grammy and Pop Pop (her husband, my grandfather). Tom was extoling his virtues. Bill (my aunts boyfriend) asked what he (Pop Pop) was like. Tom was about to say something and I said "he was a pain in the ass", out of nowhere. I swear to god I hadn't been thinking that. My uncle looked at me perplexed and said "well, she was 5.." and carried on in good grace while I'm standing there like what the f#?
I let it go without thinking much about it because kids, food, bedtime, crying, waking, beach, etc...
Last night as I lay down to bed (at 8:30pm) I was sort of reviewing the weekend in my head; regretful that my family thinks I'm a lush because I tend to overindulge around them for some unknown reason (at least I wasn't a jerk, I just felt like death in the morning), happy that the weather was so great and the kids had such a good time, sorrowful that Grammy wasn't there to enjoy it, then I thought about that Pop Pop comment and it hit me (while I lie there with my eyes closed in bed, in the dark) Grammy said it! Being the cynic that I am, I immediately said to myself give me a break you loon, of course not. Then (I kid you not) I saw a flash of light (like a car driving by or something, remember I have my eyes closed) and opened my eyes. The ceiling light (fan/light thing) was on full blast. All of a sudden. It was not on when I laid down. Kids were in bed, John was in the basement. I got up and turned the circle thingy to turn it off and laid there freaking out. Grammy had said it. And to put a point on it she turned the light on to let me know that she really did. I swear to god.
Freaky but cool really. I'd love to be haunted by Grammy, how fun would that be??