My Grandmother died when I was in grade school. After I went to Jr High and I had a different bus, I stopped to visit my Grandpa every afternoon. At least an hour, he taught me cribbage and we talked and laughed.
I did not know anyone noticed, I did it for myself as much as anyone. After he died and we were cleaning out the house, my aunt, (who visited only on Christmas Eve)wanted the treadle sewing machine. My Dad stepped and stopped her told her it was mine, I was the one who visited him daily, I was getting the machine. I still have it and am planning on cleaning it up and learn to use it. Moral to the story: Someone IS noticing.