My parents, James Mitchell and Eleanor Williams, met on a warm spring day at a park bench in our town. My dad always said it was love at first sight. He had a way with words, and from that day on, he never stopped writing to her. He would leave her notes, poems, and letters, capturing their shared moments and deepening their connection. This tradition continued throughout their lives. Every morning before heading off to work, he’d leave her a little note. It was his way of saying, ‘I love you,’ no matter how busy life got.

Growing up, my brothers, Michael and David, and I were always surrounded by love. Our home was filled with warmth, laughter, and those little notes Dad would leave for Mom. They taught us so much about what it means to love and to be loved. Mom and Dad always made sure we knew how much we meant to them, and they showed us every day what a strong, loving partnership looked like. The values they instilled in us—kindness, resilience, and the importance of family—are ones we carry with us to this day.

Dad was a writer at heart. He had a way of turning the simplest of moments into something magical with his words. Mom cherished every note and poem he wrote for her, each one a testament to their love. Even during the toughest times, like when Dad was away serving in Vietnam, his letters kept them close. His passion for writing wasn’t just a hobby; it was a way for him to express the depth of his love for Mom. And it’s a passion that he passed down to all of us.

My dad was more than just a loving husband and father—he was also a soldier who served his country with pride. During the Vietnam War, he showed incredible bravery and strength. Even though he was far from home, he never stopped thinking about us. His letters to Mom were filled with love and reassurance, even in the midst of war. His service and sacrifice were a reflection of the man he was—courageous, loyal, and dedicated to those he loved.

After Dad passed, my brothers and I knew we wanted to do something special to honor his memory. We decided to digitize his poems, stories, and the countless notes he wrote to Mom over the years. It was our way of sharing his incredible gift with the world. The Love Letters Bench, placed right where Mom and Dad first met, is more than just a bench—it’s a tribute to their love story, a story that continues to inspire everyone who hears it. We hope that those who sit here feel a bit of the love that my parents shared, and that it reminds them of the power of words and the legacy we all leave behind.

Eleanor Mitchell (Wife):

James, my love, there isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think of you. Your words still echo in my heart, and your love guides me even now. You were my rock, my best friend, and the love of my life. This bench is just a small way to honor the incredible man you were. I miss you more than words can say, but I know you’re watching over us, still writing those little notes in the stars.

Michael Mitchell (Son):

Dad, you taught me what it means to be strong, kind, and compassionate. Your letters and stories showed me how to express my feelings, and I carry those lessons with me every day. I hope I’m making you proud. Thank you for being my hero both at home and on the battlefield. I miss you, Dad.

David Mitchell (Son):

Dad, your love for Mom, for us, and for life itself was something truly special. I’ll never forget the way you made us feel—like we were the most important people in the world. You were always there with a kind word or a helping hand. I’m so proud to be your son. I miss you every day, and I’ll keep your memory alive in everything I do.

Susan Mitchell (Daughter):

Dad, you were my first teacher, my protector, and my biggest supporter. The stories you wrote and the lessons you taught will stay with me forever. I miss your voice, your laughter, and your wisdom. Thank you for showing me what true love looks like. I hope that through this bench, others can feel the love you shared with us. I love you, Dad.