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Chris Berman discusses life after wife’s fatal car crash

Chris Berman understandably has maintained a low profile in the wake of wife Kathy’s fatal car crash in May. But the iconic ESPN broadcaster surfaced this week to play in the Pro-Am at the Travelers Championship, held near his home in Cromwell, Conn.

While there, Berman received a warm tribute from the gallery on the first tee box.

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Berman opened up about how hard it has been after losing his wife of 34 years, especially given how their son got married last month, only weeks after her death.

Kathy, 67, was killed in a two-car crash in Woodbury, Conn., on May 9. Doug, the couple’s son, had his wedding on May 22.

“Our son got married, she never saw it,” Berman said, via the Hartford Courant. “We were kind of figuring out what semi-retirement was for us. We’ll probably go to Maui, January, February, March. We’ll see what the year brings. Now, people ask me: ‘What are you going to do?’ I don’t know. Are you kidding? We’re just trying to process it.

“She had waited all this time, this is what I said at the eulogy, never complaining and she never saw it. Here it was, our son’s going to get married, there’s our daughter [Meredith], I’m semi-retired. That’s what makes me the saddest. This was right at the doorstep. Doug had a wonderful wedding. It was great, upbeat. But there’s the song my son never got to dance with his mother. That’s rough.”

Berman, who has taken on a semi-retirement role with ESPN at the age of 62, serving in a quasi-emeritus role with his employer since 1979. But he is beloved by his legions of fans and says perfect strangers have approached him to offer their condolences in the wake of such a tragic event.

“I guess if you’re 38 years on national TV, people feel like they know you,” Berman said. “There’s not much mystery about me after all these years. Perfect strangers run into you in a store, Rite Aid, where I get the Sunday papers, saying, ‘We’re really sorry.’ I get this feeling from people, ‘Our guy needs our help right now, and here we are.’”

[New York Post]