Going home is a memory not a reality.
For me it's when all my family members were alive ... when I had a good job where I was valued ... when I was happy. It was a place, an activity ... a memory.
When we ask or think about going home unfortunately what we want to go home to is no longer there.
So when a family member asks to go home they want to go home to a memory we can't provide.
I know ... I understand ... I have a good life now but I still want to go home too.