Hunter Stephens was a son, a brother, a grandson, an uncle, a cousin, and a true friend. He left behind too many people to count that he was truly loved by. He was vivacious, loved life, and loved to laugh. He also had the ability to make others laugh and could light up a room when he entered. He definitely was not one that was capable of fading into the woodwork. He played ice hockey for nine years and loved to hunt. He is survived by his parents, grandparents, two brothers, a step-sister, a niece, aunts, uncles, and cousins.