Hope specks

'We really don't understand the meaning and value of our hope, until it is blown away by the winds of tragedy right out of our hands. Then because we are on our hands and knees searching for it, each speck we can recover is more precious than the last" George Anderson, Walking in the Garden of Souls.
Hope and faith, having had mine shaken to the core this year I am picking up the pieces. Or as the quote suggests, specks.
Until last week I didn't really think about sharing the following. But then, through others and myself, I realized that is what it is for, and maybe it could be of some help to others.
This Mother's Day was a sad day. I spent it with my son's and husband walking through the tulip fest in Washington Park. After we went to visit my Granny and my two aunts. (my mom's mom and sisters.)
My aunt Tammy is just over a year older than me, and has down's syndrome. I found her sitting on the front porch with my sister and aunt, sobbing. She was so close to my mom and planned on living with her when gran couldn't take care of here any more. My other aunt, Tina, asked Tammy is she could tell me why Tammy was crying. Tammy tearfully nodded her head.
A night or two before Tammy had been awoken by an a bright image at the foot of her bed. It was my mom, with light all around her. Tammy asked her why she had to leave. My mom said it was her time to go, she had to. She then walked over to the side of the bed and kissed Tammy on the cheek, then disappeared. Tammy says she was awake for all of this. If anyone deserved such a visit, it our Tammy, who feels loss deeper than any of us.
I ended up leaving my aunt's house early that day to fill in at work.
At home, as I walking down our stairs I heard a sound. The sound made me look up towards the ceiling where I saw a blinding bright flash of white light. It was on the knotty pine slant of our cathedral ceiling, nothing electric was near it. It was broad daylight, and the sun was out.
I knew it wasn't this, but just to hear him say it, I asked my husband why he was taking pictures. He said he wasn't. He was sitting in a side room with the doors open to the main room I had walked into. I asked him what that noise and flash was, he said he didn't know, but heard and saw part of it too, just not as much as I did. I asked my son also if he saw anything, he was in his room. He didn't see anything but heard the noise, which sounded like a flash going off.
I have no explanation for this. I did some research on line and others have had this happen also. The only thing I could actually find was that the white light represents the purest of souls, and that sometimes they do this to let us know they are with us.
To this day I look at that spot on the ceiling and can't even imagine an explanation for that flash of light...maybe if was a grain of hope for me to pick up. Still wondering..