I am sorry for your loss. And I can't believe you have a "light" story! When I was 10, and my brother was 8, we lost our great grandmother who we were incredibly close to. We were staying in her house during the whole time of the wake and funeral, and my brother and I slept in Grandma's room. There were two single beds in the room, one was Grandpa's and the other was Grandma's. My brother was in that bed. My brother had reacted to losing Grandma by becoming violently ill, he had a fever and was hallucinating. He was finally better and that night, the light next to his bed went on as we talked about missing our Grandma. We tried to explain it, but no one had moved. It too was a "touch lamp." The most amazing thing about this story is that we were not afraid and went peacefully to sleep that night. It almost makes me cry still, 50 some years later! Thank you for sharing your story!