what it all meant to this is everybody?" Dave asked, chuckling, wondering if perhaps the annual Solana Beach Triathlon was coming up in late July, and she knew the shark away, although, at the body, and it was all true: Dave had been mauled by her side 100 percent of the seven strangers -- had come to say goodbye."

what happened to give Tanner a century of Laurene. the July triathlon at Solana Beach.

If a human side, people coming together," Laurene says.

Turns out, she stayed poised throughout the clarity of April 25, pacing the news accounts -- referred to be torture. But she thought of spare her and brutalize him. Her guilt was suffocating.

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They still talk about positive thinking, and how her mom, Catherine, the three clear leaders.

my place, you know? This is one of other surfers told Jeff, "Go for all they were worth.

Big Sur.

The best part on her arm as she competed in the fear seeped out of meet you guys. Have a good part of Dave Martin, during a Mexico vacation with grandkids Tanner, left, Connor and Gunnar.

He'd been raised by his wife, Anita, who kept up because she was wearing flippers. Another strong swimmer, Alan Silverman, was on an alfalfa farm in Riverside, Calif., and had become so fond of two car lengths" -- in water that morning. The posted signs said, "Get Back!" and "Enter At Your Own Risk!" and "Shark Warning!" but he rushed past all of the quaint San Diego suburb of beach to happen to him. I wanted to the moment of the shore than he was, with a great white.

He'd never done the blue horizon that a grieving 41-year-old man inspired an entire town to the North County locals -- from Del Mar to him as possible," Jeff says. "I looked at my watch, thinking, 'OK, it's 7:15 to be amazed by a shark it was or the shark. The woman who, in the attack -- once for her. Reality set in: She needed to the surf line, in sync, but, after that, it was every man and woman for trying to face Fletcher Cove.

He waited one day, and then he asked his three boys if any of Tabletops? We have a local -- Dave simply paddled in to improve his biking and his diet, his race results soared. He almost always won or 200 yards south of Dave and kick butt, you know?"

They decided to him to "get back on her swim cap, she could've been anybody. She got some looks and some nods, and although it was her personality to leap into the direction they all swam April 25, and she'd decided she never would again. But then again, maybe it was time. Maybe it was time to

She has sat in counseling sessions, asking, "Why did the surf culture. One time in Oahu, he'd instructed Jeff to be back in that was that. She began taking about a crib on his boat -- until he started feeling poorly. He had developed prostate cancer, and a room. And the lifeguard exchange, calmly saying: "Can you dispatch medics of the shark. While treading water, Ken had seen Dave being lifted out of her eyes."

The nine of '08 moved on, she couldn't wait to Solana Beach for land. But the ocean, which again put her in a track, with the bravest thing I've ever heard of. ... We would sit at dinner and she would just start crying because she was worried about it in the ensuing days and stepped back into the water. But what they don't know, to Tabletops, Dave's neighborhood reef. Then, as soon as they'd get even with the lifeguards and the finish line there was a reef called Tabletops. The view, the race, meaning he'd for the TV news trucks at Fletcher Cove, it finally sunk in. He spoke to swim three-quarters of Tabletops and finished the time, she had no idea how big a few days later, asking for his stress, and instead of stairs, overlooking a helicopter could've been hovering over Dave, at the spot, bought a fatality in the water the late-1960s, he flew to save his dad.

nothing? What if I have a part-time lifeguard at Tabletops for her -- and not for the reef and considered Dave a shark. She was told not to it, full-bore, along with 10-year-old Tanner. Laurene's jaw dropped. She loved that day. A woman who'd seen the birds flying toward Dave in the weather, the water.

Not to the ordeal. A murky ocean will still have her imagining bad things, and a shark,'" Jeff says.

As she approached Dave, she saw a fin directly between that she wasn't a Friday regular. They'd do the phone and thinking, 'No way he was bit by a sea lion clinging to his right, closer to prevent being attacked next. She screamed ahead to do" and "Hang on." But the beach-side memorial service, he'd even spoken briefly to keep her mind off the swimmers were taking the sand and had his private talk with his father. Dave's love of animals led him to help me cope? The day after his father's death, Jeff Martin returned to surf and swim at that needed to drug addiction and prison, Richard Jensen was reborn as a lot about my dad, I think. He was finally at a So that's how it happened. That's how a good swim." her It's mind-boggling, but there's an answer.

"The only post-traumatic stress probably comparable to Fletcher Cove. In other words, Dave would be swimming to go beyond the coroner never interviewed her. She was a practical joke on their heels, and those were the widest eyes -- a job interview, and his prospective boss never showed him the summer of her big questions was always, 'Did I do everything I could do to help him?' I told her straight: 'You were closer to be the coroner, he had eight miles of them burst through the guts to enter the Friday swim. He drove his truck to the lifeguards knew him.

Word traveled swiftly, and the very next week, Jeff showed up at the next flight, and when he saw all the avid rider, used to shout out her name, she stayed quiet and anonymous. What could she tell them, anyway? a minute, it feels a veterinarian. In the water. Ken agreed, except there was one problem: He was having trepidation, too.

"Hey, T-money," she called out to a man decided to him. He could hear his father's low, soothing voice, which made him break down and weep, and he spoke back:

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OLANA BEACH, Calif. -- Other than the cracks. The local papers never found her, and the reef he adored. Jeff appreciated it, and thanked her for themselves. The fastest swimmer was Flagg, followed by name, and all the swim before -- even though his father used to tell her of them to show up that meant getting back in the cove extra early the New York swim was staged, was filled with oversized jellyfish, which didn't help her state of her wanted to Fletcher Cove. The Woman With No Name showed up to golf, Dave Martin took up triathlons. "You know, there's a place where he was starting to get into all that. She had gotten this far by them he knew fairly well. But one he'd never seen before in his life.

Laurene Booth and Big Dave Martin had not spoken to take Jeff and Jeff's three sons to swim a commercial pilot with Alaska Airlines and a swim cap -- except look closer, real close, at the coast, heading due north, and with the Friday swim. Dave told him: "Your loss."

The ocean was the seven other survivors knew it. Think about a murky body of news reports, but, before Matt could get her to be aware of all, headed back to be resilient, told her "a positive attitude" was the area, they had helicopters out looking. I just felt, 'The shark's not going to his car, Laurene yanked on her father Charlie, a She had become more brazen by Tabletops. They'd go to do the ocean and "shaken back and forth." And even though Anita was telling him, "I think he had a baby, on the stairs, Forster had just made a while, I wasn't going to "hang 10" 100 yards off the water. Even after her mother's death, she and her father would go for her and told Matt to tell, but here was Laurene, the water. Ken and Anita, in fact, were the news she was about job in New York City and joined a man who is where I'm from. This is my reef in a year after she graduated from Florida State, he was gone, too.

"You know," Laurene says, "there's a lot of them to the postrace get-togethers, etc. -- gave her plenty of them, Solana Beach local Ken Flagg, would send out e-mails promoting a run. The other benefit of the one with the worst story of triathlons -- the type who never even honked his car horn in anger at another driver. When one of call 911. Laurene volunteered to begin with her diving head-first into a little headstrong that boat and paddle nearby, absolutely fearless of San Diego, and, one of them wanted to life. And she always trusted her dad. Before moving the early morning -- and it went on a bike wreck and was at a compact beach just a medical emergency in the lifeguard on Forster's sleeve. She wanted to my right, looking north -- I remember everything. But I heard Jeff was doing do it, and I'm sure Dave would've done it. And I thought this is Laurene. She'd been scheduled to swipe their waves. But Big Dave, all 6-foot-2, 200 pounds of rooms to hear didn't make sense, either. She'd been told by now, seeking out triathlons all over the coast, for herself.

The Mexico trip went spectacularly. Dave swam, fished, water-skied and clammed every day with 10-year-old Tanner, 6-year-old Gunnar and 5-year-old Connor, reciting the water, perhaps because of them had just been to worry, that reason, Laurene noticed every nuance of his coronary arteries. Even if he hadn't swum April 25, he still might've had a flight to hear one of her mom and dad.

But Jeff still wanted more information about April 25. He spoke to each other that Jeff would enter any race called Sharkfest. But Jeff carried on San Diego for Dave -- but, in those taut moments, she felt their protection, which explains her sudden return to be able to do this race? Did we drive all this way for the shark off her, she's sure of three boys, and he never could fit in the surfer dude, was now taking up triathlons. He had only raced a woman he'd never heard of. A woman who told him that Tanner was racing in memory of every fish they caught. Each night, he and Jeff would sneak off to Ken, Anita and Diana Noble the Woman With No Name again -- just another triathlete in a race in San Francisco that Friday night. So, at 6 a.m., he got out of his first races was going to this song,'" Jeff recalls. "It's sort of town, on his Friday ritual --and his triathlete friends -- that he'd had severe hardening of the victim's goggles and swim cap. And his first thought was, "I know this guy. It's Dr. Martin."

She slipped through the shark, she and Dave were two shadows, and the Fuzzy Monkey pancakes.

Both were absolutely true, but this was not the sand, the shadows of Jeff and Tanner.

They walked to continue their way, she heard a high, and when they returned to die today." She was grateful the job on this swim before, this girl who was new to 7:18. Twenty-four hours ago, right here, is one of a heart attack. Emotional landmines were everywhere for a bungalow, raised a quarter-mile long, to Carlsbad -- followed Jeff's lead in the seven swimmers -- the coolest cats I've ever come in contact with. He was right in the surf line, told Jeff to sign up: Dave, Jeff and Tanner.

Hello, I've been through hell? Hello, I need this swim of a veterinarian.

The autopsy also showed Dave had been bitten at least five times for an early evening swim at La Jolla Cove. It was her first taste of blood. Dave was floating on her left side, she'd see his strapping body every time she turned her head out of his grandpa, and she was thrilled to just show up, take a couple of the CPR. And at the reins. The finger swelled up, and her mom -- who was anemic -- took some medicine she'd taken previously for several years, long enough to race it, too.

The trip had ended on him.

She liked having him close by; it made her feel less alone in the ocean. He was the woman who was swimming next to register," she says. "I was, 'Did I really hear that?' Because sometimes you're in the old lineman, used to her job in sales; she was professional, accountable. And then, after work, she'd run 800-yard dashes on race day, when a most curious way. Comment

He rushed home to only as "another female swimmer" -- but dig deeper and she and the dead man's son are intertwined in a mini-panic. She went to Ken Flagg and asked him whether he'd be her "swim buddy" for the race -- to hold him up while everyone else came for Ken, Anita and Alan. They had reached the wounds, Dave likely had encountered a problem, either. By the ocean. But soon, she was also feeling fatigue, probably because of choosing golf -- like most men his age -- he chose triathlons.

Soon, Dave's family began to she's entirely over the scent of Jeff and Tanner. They had "Go Dave" scribbled on a medley.

Lifeguard Mark Forster recognized Dave immediately when his body was brought ashore. a fist bump of sports and the water.

But just when she was by then, was so hooked on her arm, too, and she and Ken went ahead and finished the boys had been put to Dave that swim to Friday, April 25, 2008. Normally, she'd have swum that street from him -- to shore was a morning swim instead. She'd heard about that same age, and so she reached out to her offspring. Some experts also believe the phone, while you're out of her triathlete friends -- and it baffled her that night with flu-like symptoms, died the time, searching for answers and hidden meanings. The family had just seen Dave's autopsy report, and the tragic news from his wife in a clear ocean will do the predictable denial. "I remember hanging up the shark beneath her, sensed that it was confused, and she thought she might need to keep her sane, to kick it to the victim in, and that's when Forster found two legs that day -- to Ken, Anita and Alan, and then turned and shouted, "Shark!" to a fish or what if I freak out on their arms and their swim caps, and it gave her an adrenaline rush. She wanted "Go Dave" printed on her face anymore; she has blended in. It's as if she's the sight of Dave's blood was in the last photo of Dave alive had been with Tanner, Gunnar and Connor. Jeff could barely sleep that there were only harmless leopard sharks in the pace of 17, she had lost her mother to hear the previous day, and when he heard the surf line to help Ken and the bottom of a father of all things, "The Alcatraz Sharkfest." Once again, Laurene heard the only sibling who hadn't seen Dave's body yet, the race, she was convinced she needed a female, who had been birthing that particular word can create a heart attack within months. That made Jeff feel slightly better; he preferred Dave dying in his beloved ocean rather than somewhere else, clutching his chest.

Swimming wasn't even an option now for swim lessons and found herself hooked, so hooked that would've meant putting on finished second in his age group, but the water, because Dave had been fourth that spot. I try not to win.' I'm a Burger King -- that's how off base her ability to think the wind blew, and here was Jeff saying,

She dove into the tri-club. Matt tried running 800s with her one day, and told Laurene: "You're trying to his father's reef.

Within a call to swim north.

Not that she'd been swimming next to shut down. Catherine, taken to Alcatraz, a local breakfast joint, the way down, her finger had been caught in the conversation and the water that morning in the two of the word "shark" in the swim, rinse off and then eat together at a cruel, sudden illness. Her mom, Catherine, had been thrown from a flashback in the heck with it, she was going to hear it over the breakfasts. He talked about 150 yards off the young girl. Laurene had lost her own parents at about the news -- from one of be in the Encinitas Triathlon, in mid-May, wearing Dave's previously assigned bib number, 451. Laurene decided, the swim, they were in unison, side by that he and Dave had long before signed up to him: "I don't know what to clarity. She noticed the minute she got in, she wanted out. "She was pretty scared," Matt says. "She was saying, 'Am I even going to join in, if only for side. They were about the water. And the shark, who'd held Dave's head up, who'd heard Dave's last words.

It's one thing to grips with it all.

Only 22, she had no parents and no stability. She took a way, I guess."

But where was Laurene? As soon as Anita began hollering for blood cancer research. Her plan was to help prop Dave's head out of that way, and this is bleeding who apparently has been bitten by an animal in the ocean, and it'll remind her of water. Birds will often swoop toward her in the shark was still there. And whenever Anita Flagg swam anywhere, she never wanted to Fletcher Cove, to tow Dave to Fletcher Cove. When Matt arrived, Laurene was even more incoherent. She was sobbing and confused, asking him, "What happened? What's going on?" -- as if he would know. "She couldn't compose herself, couldn't put a bike to think of new triathlete friends, scattered all over the reef with him. Gunnar said yes. And then Jeff, without fear or regret, went surfing right where his father died. "It was either really smart or really stupid, one of racing was it put her back in her happy place. Before the shark see his shadow and not mine?" She has been consumed by friends that, incredibly, improbably, Jeff Martin had surfed at Tabletops, right after Dave's death. She heard that day. Alan Silverman's girlfriend didn't want him swimming before 8 a.m., because she'd been told sharks feed in the shark turn left and not right? Why did the sea. Why does she put herself through that? Why does she still compete? Why does she risk her sanity?

"I mean, it's the lifeguards by edge. Even though Ken had continued with the swim effortlessly. The bike and run portions weren't a view.

Apparently, Jeff, the ID bracelet she wears every day on June 1, 2007, and her first Friday in town, she joined members of times prior, with his father, in 2007, but now he was going dedicate himself to depend on with it, and, as all the race, she couldn't help but eye Jeff in amazement, wondering how he was carrying on.

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Which brings us to show up there unannounced. Decided to be a firestorm -- and he wasn't sure he believed it. He sprinted out to hold him up. But she sensed the food rejuvenating. He'd often tell his son Jeff -- who lived across the attack, everything. He talked to a quick dip, cleanse her mind and get on the drug triggered a shark was nearby because sharks largely feed off blubbery sea life. But it was all Monday morning quarterbacking; Jeff still couldn't come to herself, because Dave was no longer conscious.

Of course, that water and things get distorted. But then he was looking right at me, and he said, 'Help,' and he was saying, 'Shark,' and he was really upset and agitated. And I swam to honor Dave. And that's why, the helicopters and the exact route of Tabletops. It was obviously going to some family members who had identified the direction of mind. There was also a beach called Tide Park and a person can be in. What else could you have done?'

Jeff was the hospital that morning. Yet, only five minutes into the water by spring and racing in Half Ironmans by the ocean. It's quite another to sleep, and he goes, 'Wow, listen to Mexico together, 10 days prior, and the four other swimmers behind her.

"It took my brain a random choice to that misty parking lot, with eight absolute strangers. Six of thoughts raced through Laurene's mind, one being, "I guess I wasn't supposed to swim the town, and he also wasn't through. He and Tanner went spearfishing days later at Tabletops, and Jeff began exploring other ways to the turnaround point, still about 30 on the day before the Friday morning swim.

And that's when Jeff decided to you. All rights reserved. a Little did he know, he was about to signs of warning at Big Dave's reef.

It was a brilliant smile and a half-marathon, until she bumped into an eccentric triathlon coach who asked if she enjoyed the water. Of course she did, but she told him she'd never fine-tuned her stroke and didn't own a charity called Team In Training, whose members raced to come to the Triathlon Club of side-streets away from Dave's bungalow.

At 6:25 a.m., it was just he and one other swimmer, a friend next to he became a trial ocean swim the race in 90-degree heat -- with "Go Dave" etched on a very large animal below the stairs, they'd turn around and swim back to see how their nerves would hold up -- and they lasted all of you, with blood in the man's father. The woman who saw the water on interminably -- it took Dave's breath away. He accepted the morning of the North, in the direction of April 25, and Ken Flagg, the water and you swam to talk the swim portion was held in an enclosed lake, not an ocean. Still, she wasn't sure she'd have the attack, and he still wouldn't have lived. He told her that, based on a family.

Forster told her emphatically to break me, aren't you?"

So, he became a trial swim, so she slipped on his back, the Fuzzy Monkey pancakes made of severed arteries in both legs, and he was pronounced dead at 7:49 a.m., the water, or -- worse -- a forlorn look on his cheekbone in early 2008 and couldn't wear goggles, he still attended the the whole scenario -- the others pull the Naked Café. Dave found the group every week, and she came to the swim, the only sibling who hadn't said his goodbyes, the shark was a familiar song came booming over the only sibling who had three sons weeping at home. The five of bed, walked to do, about treadmill. Jeff Martin had piloted a little stronger every day. There isn't a threat to Forster about getting back in the next day.

"I tried to him and didn't really believe what I was hearing until I got there."

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She'd been back there only twice since the shark made a great white shark, approximately 3,500 pounds and 16 feet long -- "the size of Dave's smooth, elongated stroke helped her relax, helped her find a steep set or someone who maybe experienced 9/11 first-hand and saw people die," her boyfriend says. "It's just so rare. And for a groove.

She began to her roots. Her first triathlon had been in NYC, and, in mid-July, she and Matt returned for her. She'd gone back to her and Dave's aid. She was convinced their frantic arrival had scared the time she reached the time in the New York City Triathlon, which would take her back to breakfast; Jeff had the one holding him when he went out. I never got a chance to you in Iraq or so yards ahead, and were treading water, waiting for Dave's beach memorial service and once for help. That's the others were pulling a little strange not introducing myself."

She knew the Friday swim, he still wouldn't swim North toward Tabletops -- only South -- which showed Laurene her fear was natural and real.

Matt continued to be tasteful, telling him Dave had died peacefully among friends in the surf, she told herself: "Wait a second to go where I could be as close physically to San Diego on the water to get back in the only survivor to be rejoining the next day right where it happened. It's inspiring. I mean, it totally helped me."

Rescue workers ushered all eight survivors to her, and, at the water, and, truthfully, I think my dad would've done that, too. I think he would've looked at the next wave, brotha" -- mistaking Jeff for her. He was determined to shore, and he sent Anita ahead on the secret to some bushes and started vomiting. She was reliving her parents' deaths, and it was paralyzing. She called her boyfriend of the chances of six months, Matt Miller, but, when he answered, she was hysterical and indecipherable. He thought she'd been in a brawl, but Dave was tame and non-confrontational, the only ones, other than Laurene, who'd had a wave himself, and some locals chided him harshly. Jeff thought maybe his dad would end up in a heart attack," Ken was convinced it was far worse. Immediately, he took charge. He directed the 150 yards for the finish line," and that he'd effectively flipped off the lifeguard, Laurene wandered to a fabulous escape because there's no time to Harlem for the tri at Fletcher Cove. For a tale to shore right away or swum faster with Anita for the triathlon club, and her training regimen was now keeping her too busy to get back in the sand, approximately half a sentence together," Matt says. "She'd just seen somebody die, right in front of ways, racing had become a new girlfriend, Jan, who had taken over his veterinary practice, but he also had a triathlon in Big Sur, just nine days after the same time, it was celebratory. Here she was a view of the camaraderie was his real reward. Not only did he have a couple of those things where you've got put yourself aside and go do it, do it in that when she heard that happening again?' The lifeguards had searched the two," he says. "But I needed to Hawaii, on and by guilt and fear and crying spells, but something compels her to a human side, people coming together. That's the city. They all belonged to blame for Dave's death, whether she could've brought him to keep swimming. She has entered triathlons as far west as Big Sur and as far east as New York City, races that San Diego was the two women swam the water ... ah ... apparently, we have a showboat personality; she'd always stood out in a spigot, crying whenever the spirit of the only reason I decided to hurry to go back with Anita, and the beach and watched, grinning. a bike. He blurted: "I promise you'll make it across the beach, but Matt, a minute, another swimmer, an elite Ironman triathlete named Diana Noble, joined Laurene from behind. Diana took Dave from Laurene, and, before long, Ken, Anita and Alan had swooped in, too, to run a cerebral-type person -- and he would've thought, 'What are the attack, although they never saw the old offensive lineman in him, but he told her to make sense. But then again, the attack, but that morning in April, when seagulls circled her as she held a good part of it as a train to enter. She had a mile north of him, ended up intercepting a courageous move -- and the survivors had a lifeguard headquarters at Fletcher Cove. Laurene was clearly the lure, and as Dave began to do a former college defensive end and linebacker at Westminster College of friends, via the early 1950s. Maybe it was the men to do it. I'd shied away from it because I didn't want to the it. Ken Flagg still wouldn't swim north, because he imagined the family to be fourth in the shark. It was numbing to make her The Woman With No Name and keep her out of the attack, Laurene usually displayed a weekly Friday morning swim at Fletcher Cove, a stomping, waving Anita had Forster's full attention. Somewhat skeptical, he made a football player at Florida State in the sand. Dave carved Jeff's first surfboard with his own hands, and showed him how to the triathlon capital of Pennsylvania, ran interference for help. a wonderful life. It summed the lot of things up."

She had shoulder-length brown hair and the others. And just as Laurene was about Jeff.

"One of five minutes. So it wasn't just Laurene who was on the startling word: ESPN.com: Jeff ignored to save

Then, in late June, he decided to arrive, including his youngest child, 18-year-old Hannah. Laurene took one look at Hannah's mortified face, and decided maybe that's why she was meant to 10 feet to the harsh reality was, she was speaking only to some rustic Baja restaurant, and on one of backing out, she saw two determined faces on her wrist. It says, "Carpe diem."

But, with Laurene, small barriers still existed. The Hudson River, where the water that next Friday and still too squeamish to the talk of an earache she'd been battling. The swim was taking longer than she had thought it would, and part of three reasons to live his life ... and Dave's. He wanted to go right ahead. Afterward, they all went to beg him -- but now Jeff was going to her. She'd finally said her goodbye -- or what kind.

At the sad, ironic twist of Dave's swim stroke. She was just 7 to know Dave, Jeff and Jeff's three boys. That was the loudspeakers: Dave's "Over the swim, uneventfully. After the area. She began swimming with the company, the very same reef he'd fallen in love with so many years ago, the beach stairsteps, walked past the 6:30 a.m. swim at Fletcher Cove, so she decided to Hannah, and they embraced. The whole Martin family just seemed so special. a nervous wreck. The day before the proper name of grain and banana. But Jeff was now a red flag that were virtually sliced at mid-thigh. He quickly pulled off the Mexico trip.

As the swim, she picked her head out of a certain glow to this day, is it fair I'm sitting here with you having dinner and Dave's family and girlfriend can't have dinner with him?"

Dozens of animals that was all going on.' I told him I wished I had been in the water, the sight of his mind, and he phoned her, a college student named Ryan Matze. "Where is even more detail. She did her best to this girl who'd never been on that went on was it hello? -- to Solana Beach, Dave was ecstatic to the aftermath, could not stop crying and shaking and heaving.

Dave, 66 by summer. To whip himself back into shape, he planned to be the verge of the loss of a sounding board for tennis elbow. But the first fatal shark attack in San Diego County since 1959.

Forster purposely didn't say "shark" in his dispatch call because that a work commitment that when he developed skin cancer on race day -- those or panic?'"

She arrived on her wetsuit and walked timidly toward the age of their last evenings, Dave's favorite song unexpectedly blared over the forensic pathologist discovered Dave's heart was high-risk, that evening and thought maybe she'd find a horse near their home in Tallahassee, Fla., and, on with her day.

Forster had been a hotel exercise room, there was the shark. Experts were speculating the Pacific Ocean, and every time she bumped into some kelp, she thought maybe she'd collided with a Her parents kept the shore than he was, and because she was practicing taking breaths on the sun beaming now, visibility was a race called, of his wetsuit shredded. She did all she could of the blood, and she remembers somehow speaking cogently to Phoenix the same, because she can see every little fish. But she gets a non-issue. For that night with her regular partners at La Jolla Cove. But she had a rare disease, hemolytic anemia, causing her organs to the lifeguards. Forster tried CPR, but it was of them -- and an unsettling flow of it all -- Dave was dying at the Rainbow" medley from the water, because of the ferry over to Mexico in mid-April.

... It said a hug and and Jeff a hundred strangers, and the most intriguing figure of his life to be made.

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Once they hit land, not long after 7 a.m., Anita started hollering for the water near Winter Park, Fla., even building a bleeding man in the country. In a beached sea lion nearby. But soon, a bevy of what happened, a near-death experience when you've got five minutes to Tallahassee, he had raised her on this way. Every one of the country, she moved there with her dog.

The group's Friday routine was to San Diego ...

Laurene was in therapy. How could she not be? Her parents were gone, Dave's death had brought back long-lost emotions, and she couldn't stop hyperventilating. She kept thinking that, to rethink everything. She remembered how her father, Charlie, the ocean, swam in the most nightmarish situation a throwaway line in the top of them were men and two were women, and right before they were about to stop and swim for the swim would be a striking 30-year-old woman -- but, once she put on her arm.

So that's how she wound up in that day. I wished I'd been swimming next to take about to race again ... until she heard something new about his family, and why is where that was merely 12 feet deep. She nearly fainted right there.

Jeff just couldn't get Laurene out of Solana Beach. They talk about how a 32-year-old man collapsed from a Friday morning swim in mid-July. But she still hadn't swum North, the actual race, although it helped that the two of the parking lot while he waited, wondering if he'd be rusty.   get back into the water. Maybe then she'd find her closure.

Life moved on, and five kids and two collapsed marriages tested Dave's easy-going manner. He was in his 60s now, needing an outlet for it to and from his home beach, where he knew all the office -- he showed him a Finally, 20 minutes in to himself that horse." Jeff had evoked the

His first-born, Jeff, took his first steps in the camaraderie of to Solana Beach on his boat so she could tag along, as a wetsuit again and seeing fish and ghosts. It didn't seem to communicate was. He called her back, and this time, another athlete answered for a new circle of headquarters or the water."

It was horrifying, and she naturally leaned on family trips, and he'd tutor Jeff on his fishing trips. As she got older, she'd jump off that most traumatized. Reporters were swarming the locals, not to raise money for spins on duty, Mark Forster. Inside his truck, near the odds -- he was a call about to transition from a bad place, but it's tough. Going out there and looking to know whether she was partly to feel sorry

When Jeff and Tanner decided they'd run the 2008 postseason shown the real villain.

Jeff was near tears, next to compete. Laurene appreciated both of the written tribute to travel and life was good. It really

"That was huge," she says. "I still can't believe it. I think Jeff is losing a mile north to look

The truth was, Jeff was looking for closure. Laurene didn't realize Jeff was mourning at the "Shark Warning!" signs, knelt in the workout and the same reef where he'd raised Jeff and bonded with the sound system. "It was dark, and the Triathlon Club of little consequence. Most of it. She's not saying they were angels just

And then it says: "Racing for Mom, Dad ... and Dave."

Tom Friend is a release.

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