Grief and the Disabled Body

“Have you had a chance to grieve yet?”

It is late December 2003 and I am lying in my recovery bed in my parents’ living room. A few weeks prior I was hit by a car at a crosswalk. My wheelchair had taken the brunt of the hit, but my hip bone had been fractured in two places. I would remain flat on my back in this bed for the next month and a half.

But I wa…