Time will allow me to better represent my feelings about Uncle Ted in words. But for now... 

The  twinkle in his eye over the deck of cards. Or the perfect photographic capture of the wonders that wildlife serves up everyday if you take the time to look, and appreciate like Ted did. Fascinating stories I only understood parts of, involving mechanics and algorithms, and galaxies, around a crisp late summer fire.  No matter the time that passed, the moments when we connected erupted with joy, love and a unique and timeless comfort that Wymans (and those who know us well) feel in each others presence. You are missed and remembered fondly, Uncle Ted. We are connected through our genes, our energy, our beings, our memories, our past, present, and future, now and forever, 💫star dust and ☀sunshine. I never say goodbye; instead, I'll see you in the next round 💜💚💙.