Myra Kraft, the beloved wife of Patriots owner Robert Kraft, passed away this summer after a battle with cancer. And this entire season has been dedicated to her, both on the field and off.
Patriots jerseys still bear a patch with her initials, and it would be impossible not to think of her while going about your business. But flying to Denver yesterday made me recall and cherish my favorite Myra Kraft memory.
Two years ago, the Patriots played the Broncos in Denver. And the night before, the Krafts hosted a dinner for members of their party and reporters covering the team. Colleague Karen Guregian and I were on a late flight and we debated between awkwardly showing up late, with the meal in-progress, or offering apologies and informing them we wouldn’t attend.
We decided to deal with being the people sitting down while everyone else was eating. We just wanted to show up. It was a nice thing Kraft was doing, after all, at a fantastic restaurant called Zengo, (where we also went last night) and we respected that. Good thing we did.
That’s where I first met Myra Kraft. I had, of course, heard about her, but it was my first year on the beat, and I hadn’t had the chance to say hello. I sat two seats away from her and she mostly sat quietly and listened. But when someone brought up the topic of how she came to meet her husband, she lit up.
Myra told the story of her first “date” with Robert, how he stole her away from her boyfriend and how she later proposed to him that night. It’s an incredible story, and to hear her tell it was inspiring. I couldn’t wait to tell The Banktresswhat I heard and how amazing it was.
That wasn’t all she talked about, but I’ll never forget how animated she became when their courtship came up.
It was a special night. I’m thankful that Karen and I went. I’m still thankful to have met Myra and interacted with her on that night and on other occasions.
This Denver trip has me remembering that night…