My dad was almost killed in a motorcycle accident on Saturday, he's in a coma, I don't know what to think.

I am honestly just really lost right now with this. Bikes have been a staple part of me and my dads life since I was in second grade and got my first dirtbike, I raced motocross until I was 14, my dad got his Harley around then, and I've been on a streetbike for about 4 years now, and this might be it.Saturday he was riding home from his mom's house, had just gotten off the freeway on his Harley, and a 72 year old lady in a small SUV turned left to get onto the on ramp. She didn't exactly turn in front of him, he got all the way to about her drivers side headlight and she turned left directly into his left side, ejecting him from the bike.The irony is ridiculous, my dad always tells me to be safe before I go ride, scolds me for riding around dusk when deer are out, and doesn't like me riding at night. He has made little comments here and there about selling his bike because he doesn't like how dangerous it can be, this was quite literally the 4-5th time he's had the bike out this summer. To top it all off, I was 10 hours south of home in North Carolina with my buddies riding the tail of the dragon when I got the call.He always wears his boots, gloves, jeans, and his his half-dome helmet (a genuine harley helmet that is goofy looking big and DOT approved). Not always a jacket if its hot. He was thrown 20 feet, broke 4-5 ribs, broke his left ankle, collapsed a lung, and worst of all, his helmet came off during the impact, he has a skull fracture with cerebral edema and a brain contusion.My dad is in his 40's, he workouts 4 days a week, he is young, strong, healthy, athletic, has great reflexes and I believe he is a very wise man, I like to think he has a fantastic sense of common sense and attentiveness on the road, but this quite literally hit him and he had no idea it was coming.I refuse to talk to my mother about my bike situation right now, I feel like I would be empty without a bike in our garage, but at the same time, I can't picture myself riding again without my stomach in complete knots, and overbearing guilt. I'm terrified for my dad and moms future and how my outlook on motorcycles are going to be changed forever. via /r/motorcycles https://www.reddit.com/r/motorcycles/comments/95rxdb/my_dad_was_almost_killed_in_a_motorcycle_accident/?utm_source=ifttt