sikma family reunion gonna be hella awkward.
We actually already met. It's kind of an interesting story, and I'm not sure if I've told it yet. On September 10th, 2001, he was on his way back to America from mission work in Africa. My dad, who was at the time investigating the extent of our family tree, found out about him and sent him an e-mail. Turns out he was going to make a landing at Schiphol Airport before flying back to Alaska. My dad had work, however, so the elusive meeting between them could not take place.
Since I mentioned the date September 10th, you probably know where I'm going with this. When he went home a day later, his plane was turned around and sent back to the Netherlands because of the WTC attacks. He was all alone in a country he had never been in and decided to call my dad to ask him if he could stay for a while. And he did, for a week.
At the time I was not interested in politics at all. My dad is very politically savvy and on the far left of the spectrum, so I asked him later if the two of them had talked about it, and he said that he eventually became too shocked by his views that he decided to leave it be.
He was a very friendly man, though.