chanin starbuck, mother of five, was dead, dead in a way that made skin crawl. she had been so many things, mother, artist, woman on the brink of something new. >> chanin was funny, she was vivacious. she liked to joke around and have a good time. but classy. always very, very classy. >> reporter: the two older sons austin and blake remember how she stood out, even if it embarrassed them a little sometimes. >> she would embroider our names and numbers on all the baseball team -- our baseball team, all our hats. >> the only team with our name and numbers on the back of our hats. >> reporter: chanin tried to stitch her deep mormon faith into their lives, too. how was she with the kids? >> i wouldn't hesitate saying she was a good mother. >> reporter: this is their dad, clay starbuck who was a boy on vacation from alaska when he laid eyes on her in florida 20 years earlier. cold and hot worlds colliding. >> i told her that i lived in alaska. she probably thought she was lucky that she wouldn't see me again. i don't know how that. >> reporter: but she did. they marri