My mother-in-law is facing the end of life very soon, and the last conversation I had with her before her stroke was about her wanting to go home. This was a frequent request of hers. I asked her which home she meant, her childhood home or the house she spent her married life in. She seemed to indicate the house where she spent her married life, where she raised her children, although she frequently asked for her parents. I asked her what she missed about "home," and she just replied, "everything." So I guess home takes us back to a time and place where we were taken care of, and we were with people we loved, and we were in familiar and loved surroundings.