I'll admit that I'm still mourning the Pac-12.
If you've ever suffered a loss in your life, like the passing of someone close to you, you surely recognized the five stages of grief. The final stage is acceptance, but there's a fallacy there. The word acceptance implies that the process is over; you've completely recovered, and your life has returned to normal. But when the loss is significant enough, there are constant reminders of what once was, constant reminders that your life will never be the same.
Usually the moments arrive at the most unexpected times. Maybe you'll put on a coat that you haven't worn since last winter and discover a receipt or a ticket stub that takes you back to a treasured memory. Maybe you'll be standing on the subway and see a stranger whose eye brows somehow bring to mind a person you've lost. You never know what will remind you of the weight you carry or when that weight will make your path too difficult to walk. This is the nature of grieving.