We Remember
MOSDELL, Edward “Ted” Arnold
April 28, 1955 — June 26, 2026
It is with heavy hearts that we announce the sudden passing of Edward “Ted” Arnold Mosdell on June 26, 2026.
Ted was predeceased by his beloved wife, Kim Fry Mosdell. He is survived by his children Clayton, Natasha (Zachary), Madison (Josh), Zachary (Kaitlin), and Mikaela Mosdell; his grandchildren, Phoenix and Liam; his brother Pat (Tami); and his sister Janice, who was predeceased by Rich. He will also be lovingly remembered by his close cousins Bill, Terry, Mark, and Susan; his sister-in-law Kelly; his girlfriend Kristine; and many nieces and nephews.
Family was at the heart of Ted’s life. He loved being surrounded by the people closest to him, sharing stories, laughter, and time together at Hatzic Lake, his favourite family getaway spot. Whether it was a family gathering, a round of golf, watching hockey, or simply enjoying the company of those he loved, Ted brought humor, warmth, and joy to every moment.
Ted had an infectious sense of humor and a way of making people feel welcome. His love of sports, especially golf and hockey, was well known, but it was the time spent with family and friends that meant the most to him.
He will be deeply missed, forever loved, and forever in our hearts.
A service will be held on Monday, August 3, 2026, at 11:00 AM, located at Hatzic Lake, Mission, BC.
If you wish to send a condolence, post photos, or share a memory, please scroll down the page to the area called “Condolences”.
Service
Monday, August 3, 2026
Location
Hatzic Lake
There are no words to express our sadness at the passing of this great friend and family member. Our deepest condolences to the family !
Love and Peace, Bill and Lola
On behalf of the entire Coupar Family, we offer sincere condolences to Ted’s family and friends everywhere. We first knew Ted in younger years in New Westminster, when he made many friends easily with his great smile and positive attitude. Ted had a wonderful impact on everyone he met, and that continued well into later life.
We shall miss him always. May his memory be a blessing.
Sincerely,
Doug, Kaare and Karen
Sending our love and prayers to the family. Ted was truly ‘one of a kind’ and his witty sense of humor, his smile, his laugh that changed the atmosphere will be missed. We cherished his friendship over the past 26 years and he left a footprint that will last forever.
Dear family and friends of Ted,
I have the privilege of knowing Ted in three different ways:
First, I New Ted as his pastor. Second , I know Ted in a business relationship working with him in New Creations ,, and thirdly I New Ted as a friend. I’ll just mention the more unique relationship I had with him as I had the privilege of being Ted’s Pastor for several years. I remember when he first dared to step foot in our church. I think he came either to appease his wife, Kim, or possibly to see what she was getting herself and the kids into. There is an older evangelist from the church speaking that Sunday morning named Art Sheppard. He spoke of how through faith in Jesus Christ. It was possible to leave a legacy behind you at the end of your life. Ted was very stirred and did in fact go upfront for prayer to receive Jesus as a saviour and give his life to Christ. Ted often referred to that moment when Faith came alive in him and he looked back saying I wanna leave a legacy behind me. Dramatic changes for the Good, did in fact take place in Ted, Kim and the whole family. I hope that the family will be able to take hold of that Faith that Ted wants held so dear and see that legacy continue. God bless you all in this time of reflection, Pastor, Larry, and Hilde Stevenson.
Our thoughts and prayers are with you
With a heavy heart I send my condolences to the Mosdell family, Ted’s sense of humour, laughter and Golf tips will be greatly missed. I feel fortunate to have know him. Prayers
My dearest loves,
We are so incredibly sorry for your loss of your dad, brother, uncle, grandpa. Ted was a very kind and loving man who loved his family and friends so much. Please know that time will heal the wounds that his sudden loss has caused. Loosing a parent is never easy, especially when it is so sudden. We love you Clayton, Tasha, Maddi, Zack, Mikaela, and we will always be here for you. Much love to you all and your loved ones . Your dad Ted will be greatly missed.
Love,
Aunt Sandra, Uncle Greg, Jake and Megan
Mosdell family we are so sorry for your loss. Ted was one of a kind. He was kind and funny and an incredible addition to our church family. As a family, Ted, Kim and all you wonderfull kids we such a big part of Grace. Our hope for all of you is that you would each experience the love and relationship with Jesus that Ted had. His desire was always to have his family would join him and Kim at the foot of Jesus in the next life.
Aww Ted you were such a good friend. I am thankful for the short time I had with you and all the stories and advice you shared with me. My favourite memory was golfing for Kristine’s birthday. I kept slicing it right into the tall grassy fields. At one point Ted took my ball walked to the fairway and placed my ball to what he thought was a good distance away from the tall grass to help me. Ted lined me up and told me to hit it, Well I did and into the tall grass it went. Ted looked at me and said “get in the cart!” Lmao! He was not impressed considering that was the fourth ball in a row I lost.
I am sorry we lost time. I will miss your smile, laughter and friendship.
may you rest in peace Ted
Sorry to hear about Ted . Although I haven’t seen him in many years he was good friend in High School. Was fun to be around and generous.
I’m sure his family will miss him
Too many years have come and gone since I last had the privilege of spending time with Ted.
His compassion, empathy, sense of humour, optimism, and fearlessness are character qualities that humanity needs more of in abundance.
His friendship was a selfless gift. When encouragement or reassurance were needed, he stepped into the breach with an empathetic word accompanied by that smile, a smile combined with a sense of humour that exist beyond words. I recall in situations where others dwelt on the obstacles, Ted saw opportunities. Clouds became possibilities beyond the horizon.
In 1986, Ted came to Smithers to visit Reg Collingwood and me, flying into the Spatsizi for a fishing trip. Ted and I used his last day in Smithers to paddle a canoe on the Bulkley River from Telkwa to Reg’s Sometime Ranch. The adventure began as one might expect when Ted joined a crew: rather than following the maxim to “stay low” when entering a canoe, he went high, and we flipped the boat before the first stroke of a paddle. Completely soaked and with fishing gear safely on the river bottom, Ted rescued the moment with that smile and laughed, reassuring me that now that we had got tipping the canoe over, everything else would be easy.
Right.
Over the next twenty kilometres, he was right. And then came the canyon, where the river narrowed dramatically between two rock cliffs, creating boiling white water and a significant whirlpool complicated by a bend in the river. As his river guide for the day, I had failed to familiarize myself with the river conditions just above the ranch, so after climbing the cliff upriver of the rapids to assess the risk, I recommended we portage the canoe either around the bend or through the woods to the nearest road.
Ted then did what Ted did like no other – he assured me that I had the skill to navigate the rapids and whirlpool and get us to the ranch, and that it would be an adventure. Braced by his enthusiastic optimism and encouragement, we launched ourselves into the Class III waters of the canyon. Our survival that day was either due to Ted’s seeming confidence and fearlessness, evidence that God really does protect fools, or perhaps both. Whatever the answer, to this day, I have yet to run whitewater with anyone who smiled throughout and laughed so loud while our lives hung on the angle of a paddle.
I would run that stretch of river again in a heartbeat just to see that smile. Thank you, Ted, for inviting me to paddle a small section of life’s river with you. I can only imagine what grand adventures you experienced with your family and friends on life’s larger river.
I have already submitted a “Ted Memory,” but I would like to share another one, although this tale is slightly off-coloured. Almost universally, when people talk about their parents who have passed, they speak about how they wish they had asked their parents more questions about their lives and personal history. Hence, I will share this anecdote, hoping that the story will become a welcomed part of the family’s mosaic of “Ted” stories and memories.
New Westminster’s Royal Towers pub is where we lay our scene, a pub renowned at the time for the skill of its bouncers. Ted, Brian, and I had quenched a few drafts when Ted recalled recently having watched a street juggler, and Ted confidently declared that he could easily master the fine art of juggling while simultaneously clearing the table of empty beer glasses.
Thus, gathering up three glasses, he commenced the performance. The comedy ran one act, and the curtain came down with the first glass as it shattered on the table. Unfortunately, we were not the only members of the audience: from every corner of the bar, a bouncer appeared, and the atmosphere became tense.
Brian was the warrior among us, and he was ready and willing to dispute the matter. I, on the other hand, attempted mediation. Fortune smiled upon us (particularly me), and the bouncers agreed to simply walk us to the doors without further ado. While Brian was likely disappointed with the outcome, I was more than enough relieved for the three of us. However, upon exiting the building, we were greeted by the police whom the Towers establishment had phoned – definitely not something included in our settlement agreement. And within minutes, for the first time (and hopefully the last time) I found myself in a jail cell.
Then, as I sat and resigned myself to being confined behind bars for the night, I glanced around and had an epiphany. Turning to Brian, I asked, “Where is Ted?” Neither Brian nor I had tossed a glass in the air, and neither of us had threatened or assaulted anyone, yet there we were, sitting out the night in jail. Ironically, the master juggler had vanished into the night.
After being released the following morning, I looked up our juggler and between a seemingly continuous stream of belly laughs, he described how when he saw what was evolving, he decided it was a good time to call it a night.
Ted may not have been much of a juggler, but he proved to be a magnificent magician, particularly when it came to his disappearing trick. And at the end of the day, I joined in the laughter because our magician had created with a deft sweep of his wand an indelible, treasured memory that I carry with me to this day.