I met my wife after her brother, a mate of mine, had been killed on his motorbike, a particularly nasty accident and the truck driver did'nt stop.
The first thing she did was go out and buy a bike, along with some lurid green Kawasaki racing leathers that went well (not!) with her carrot-coloured hair. Bikes have been an integral part of our lives and although we've lost other friends through biking accidents, we've also lost dear friends and family who've had nothing to do with biking.
What I'm trying to say is, you've got to live your life. What happens, happens. She's been through Leukeamia and survived, absolutely nothing to do with biking, just life. If I binned the Ducati tomorrow or if I'd wrapped myself and the SV around the Armco at Snetterton, she'd be there to sort me out and/or bury the bits. That's how it goes.
If biking is important to you, if it's part of "who you are" and something you're happy doing, your family and friends will realise that. If they have misgivings after your accident, hopefully they'll tell you. Ask them.
You're bound to be a bit pi55ed off and you're bound to be feeling sorry for yourself, that's what blokes do.
Don't worry, you'll get over it
keep smiling. It's how you deal with the sh#t times that make good times better.
What's happened to the bike? is it a total?