I do, but don't cry. Every time we go it reminds me of my dad fighting so hard with me to take my DD there when she was just 2 and we weren't in a financial situation to do so. I finally just caved in and went for the week. It reminded me of the times I could remember my dad taking us when we were kids. All the times going to Fort Wilderness, MK, and River Country. I remember all of us kids were grounded from the campsites for Happy Hour. We would run through the woods chasing armadillos, swimming in the lake, and just running about.
In the end, we found why he was pushing for the trip. We think he knew something wasn't right and planned trips with the entire family that year. His last trip he almost was airlifted off a cruise ship. He was diagnosed with cancer right after Thanksgiving and died from it on Dec 31. It only took 5 weeks from diagnosis to take him. For the first few trips to MK after, my DD would draw a picture or write a note to him. We get a Mickey balloon, tie it to it, and let it go to get to grandpa. It helped her because she didn't understand at 3 and still let her remember him. The CM that sold us the balloon looked at us like we were crazy. After I explained what we had done, she was almost crying. She gave DD another balloon.