Kristina Ann Billinger, 69, passed away peacefully in her sleep on February 14, 2026, at her beloved Alaska cabin.
She left this world the way she lived in it — quietly, independently, and on her own terms. The morning after she passed, the snow fell gently with the wind perfectly still — just the kind of peaceful Alaskan moment she loved most.
Kristina was caring, strong, and hardworking. Loyal to the core. She showed her love through action — in the way she celebrated every occasion, found happiness in the little things, and stood by the people she loved. She was independent to the very end and stubborn in the most honest way, determined to handle life herself.
Over the years, she made her home in Texas, Nebraska, Kansas, and Alaska, building friendships in every state. She had friends all over the country — a testament to her loyalty and her ability to win people over wherever she went.
She loved decorating for the holidays — and not just a little. Lights, decorations, the full display. She handmade decorations that put store-bought ones to shame. Shopping endlessly for crafts and holiday décor was her favorite way to spend time with friends. Every season and holiday, she turned her cozy cabin into something magical. It was the most beautifully decorated home in the state of Alaska.
She surrounded her little oasis with bleeding hearts, dahlias, ferns, roses, tulips, pansies, lupine, and every other plant she could get to grow. She was what made it feel like home.
Some of the best memories shared with her were simple evenings around the campfire — talking, laughing, and just being together. Rain or shine, she wanted to be enjoying the mountain views around the fire with her family.
She is survived by her sons, Justin (Anna) Ward and Matt Ward; her grandson, Mason Ward; and many friends across the country who will remember her as the person who made life beautiful.
In keeping with her wishes, she will be cremated.
A small family gathering will take place in Alaska. Details will be shared with family and friends.
She will be remembered when the flowers are in full bloom, gently swaying in the summer breeze. We will feel her presence as summer’s colors fade into autumn’s warmth, and in the quiet moments when leaves let go and fall. She will be remembered every time the snow falls softly and the world feels still — just the way she loved it.