What do you do when people step out of your life , without a goodbye ? And you keep wondering what if this had happened , what if that had happened...... May be you call it the swansong ? The last hurrah......or just a sigh before goodbye. On swans...met these two today. They followed me like two pet quacks....on my heel , as of they have known me all my life. Everyone said swans are ill tempered and they bite and peck....but these two just followed me like the souls from bygone......comfortably and in perfect order!!!