We go at least 5 days a week and it's hard to see some of the others that never have a visitor.
In the years of visiting mom at the nursing home as she declined through dementia, that's what saddened me the most --- people with no visitors. My mom had it rough; her life just kept getting worse for her and no one could stop it and it was awful to watch. But at least she had visitors, faces she'd recognize some of the time as family who loved her. Other people there have no one, and they're going through the same awful decline my mom went through, and they're doing it all alone. All alone, while watching others get visitors. It's slow-motion horrifying. Just a "hello" or simple eye contact would make a world of difference to some of them, and I could usually manage that and sometimes a couple minutes of talk. But at the same time I just wanted to get the hell out of there because it was overwhelming for me, just made me want to cry, and crying and running was not my job. My job was to fake it, smile, laugh, tell stories, take mom pictures to discuss, remember past events, anything. Anything to try to find an opening to some happiness for her. And she did have some happy times with me there. But some other people had no one.