Mrs. Billie Ruth Clark Kight, age 88, of De Queen, Arkansas, passed away on April 5th, 2026, surrounded by her loving family. Born on March 29, 1938, in Mission, Texas, Billie lived a life marked by her steadfast devotion as one of Jehovah's Witnesses, her resilience, and her deep love for those around her.

Billie dedicated her years to creating a warm and welcoming home, offering steady guidance, compassion, and unwavering support to family and friends alike. She was known for her gentle spirit, strength in challenging times, and the kindness she extended to everyone she met. She found joy in cooking, baking, traveling, and capturing special moments through photography. Above all, she cherished the time spent with her loved ones—creating memories that will be treasured for generations.

Billie is survived by her husband, Sam Wesley Kight, with whom she shared 71 years and 7 months of marriage; her brothers Gary Royce Clark, Larry Dean Clark, and Michael Clark; her sisters Wanda Wallace, Kathy Riggin, and Connie Ogedengbe; her youngest son John Wesley Kight (Mindy) of Wickes, Arkansas; and numerous nieces, nephews, grandchildren, and great‑grandchildren.

She was preceded in death by her parents, Naomi Ruth and Hester E. Clark; her sister Julia Ann Brock; and her sons James Day Kight and Lawrence Dean Kight.

Graveside Funeral Services for Mrs. Billie Kight will be held at 1:00 P.M., Wednesday, April 8, 2026 at Old Union Cemetery in Lockesburg, Arkansas with Jerry Brazeal Officiating, under the direction of Chandler Funeral Home in De Queen. Visitation will be held from 5:00 to 7:00 P.M. on Tuesday, April 7, 2026 at the funeral home. You may leave a condolence online at www.chandlerfuneral.com or you may visit Chandler Funeral Home on Facebook.

A tribute from Billie's son, John Kight and her family:

My mother was one of the most caring people I have ever known. Her whole life was devoted to taking care of my father and her three sons, and she did it with a quiet strength that never called attention to itself. She didn't show love with big speeches or grand gestures – she showed it through the way she lived, day after day, always putting others first. Her love was steady, dependable, and unconditional.

One of the ways she expressed that love was through cooking. She had a gift for it, especially when it came to desserts. Her German chocolate cake, poppy seed cake, lemon cake, and rum cake were loved by everyone who tasted them. The rum cake – that one was always my favorite. Her baking wasn't just something she did; it was a part of who she was. It was her way of bringing people together, of making sure everyone felt cared for and welcomed.

There were so many unique things about her that made her unforgettable. She was always healthy – remarkably so. She used to tell me she never had a headache or even the flu, and she meant it. She had her own way of doing things, too. She hated milk and never drank it a single day in her life. She didn't like tea either. The only thing she ever really drank was water, and every now and then she enjoyed a Coke. The little details might seem small, but they were part of her charm, part of the story of who she was.

My mother was the kind of person who was happy to do anything for anyone. For as long as I can remember, she never asked for anything in return. She found contentment wherever life took her. No matter where we lived, she made it a home, and in the jobs she had over the years she brought the same kindness and patience that she showed at home.

One job that stands out in my memory is when she drove a bus for children with disabilities in California. She didn't drive them – she connected with them. She learned their personalities, their routines, their needs. They loved her for it. She made each child feel special, seen and safe. That was her gift. She had a way of making people feel valued without ever making a big deal about it.

My mother lived a simple life in the most beautiful sense of word. She didn't need much to be happy. She found joy in her family, in her home, in her cooking, and in the small everyday moments that many people overlook. She gave so much of herself, quietly, and consistently, and she never expected anything in return.

As I stand here today, what brings me comfort is knowing that her love is still with us. It lives in the lessons she taught us, in the memories we carry, and in the way she shaped each of our lives. She leaves behind a legacy of kindness, generosity, and unwavering devotion. I will miss her deeply, but I will also carry her with me – in the way I treat others, in the way I try to show love, and in the way I remember her strength and her gentle heart. She was a blessing in our lives, and I am grateful for every moment we had with her.