Message from President Barksdale and CEO Miyamoto on the Loss of Dr. Linda D. Scott
Tuesday, November 18, 2025
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Dear Fellows,
It is with heavy hearts that we share the extremely sad and difficult news
that Linda D. Scott, PhD, RN, NEA-BC, FADLN, FNAP, FAAN, Immediate Past
President of the American Academy of Nursing (Academy) passed away last
night. This devastating news comes to us and many Fellows as a shock. It
was only a month ago when we saw Linda regally preside over her last
meeting as Academy President. Dr. Scott was an incredible thought leader
in the profession who used her wisdom and experience to guide this
organization through immense change, for which we know we will see
transformational impact decades to come. We are profoundly honored that
she served as the 30th President of the Academy.
During
her Presidency, Dr. Scott embodied collaboration by engaging the
Academy’s Board of Directors (Board), Fellowship, and partners across
the health care industry to coalesce around our vision of healthy lives
for all people. She valued the influence of the nursing profession and
championed our Academy voice in all of her actions. She led with
integrity, grace, intelligence, and charm. Her humor and wit only added
to her greatness.
A
prominent nurse scientist, Dr. Scott knew well the importance of the
Academy’s purpose - to advance health policy and practice through the
generation, synthesis, and dissemination of nursing knowledge. Linda was
steadfast in her support for nursing science and its immeasurable
impact. With the Board’s support and insight, the Academy boldly
launched the organization’s SAVE, Science Adds Value for Everyone,
campaign and worked across all scientific disciplines to champion
research and innovation. Always looking to the horizon, Dr. Scott
recognized the Academy needed to evolve and restructure its policy work
to be more strategic, proactive, collaborative, and nimble in a changing
policy environment and rapidly evolving health care system. At the same
time, she knew that the Academy must be responsive and the organization
engaged in a record number of policy actions during her presidency.
Dr.
Scott was a deeply caring, thoughtful, and pragmatic visionary. Most
memorably, Linda, our dear friend and colleague, was an extraordinary
human being. She radiated warmth and gave generously her time and
proudly showed her passion. We honor her life and remarkable legacy. We
are so grateful to have known her and to have learned from her.
We
recognize that many of you are feeling this tremendous loss as well.
The Board will be working to determine how best to honor her legacy as
we know so many of you will want to pay tribute to her. We are in close
communication with the University of Wisconsin-Madison, School of
Nursing and at this time want to honor the privacy of Dr. Scott’s
family. In grief, we must lean on one and other, our FAAN community as
we process this sudden and heartbreaking news. Dr. Scott greatly
appreciated the wisdom of Maya Angelou. We hope that you will find
solace in the poem When Great Trees Fall, which is included below. And we quote, “They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.”
Sincerely,
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Debra J. Barksdale
PhD, FNP-BC, FAANP, ANEF, FAAN
President
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Suzanne Miyamoto
PhD, RN, FAAN
CEO
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When Great Trees Fall
by Maya Angelou
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance, fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of
dark, cold
caves.
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.
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