SUP - Special Unit Paranormal

06/15/2026

I need your help on a Secret Mission.

Secret Mission Time: Many of you knew our dear friend Mikey. Some of you knew him well. Others may have only crossed paths with him once, shared a laugh, worked an event together, investigated a haunted location, or had a conversation that stuck with you.

As many of you know, Mikey passed away in April.

His wife, Marjanna (Janny), is one of the sweetest souls you'll ever meet. She isn't on social media, works remotely, and recently shared that she never really received many cards after Mikey passed. It made me realize she missed a lot of the love and support that often happens online. Plus, there was no service (because Mikey didn't want one).

So here's the mission.

I'd love to surprise Janny with a mailbox full of cards, notes, memories, photos, and stories from the people whose lives Mikey touched.

Mikey hated anything sad. He loved to laugh. He loved people. He loved a good story. So instead of focusing on loss, let's focus on memories.

If Mikey ever made you laugh, helped you, encouraged you, shared an investigation with you, told a terrible joke, or simply made your life a little brighter, would you consider sending a card?
Please include a memory or story if you have one. Those little moments often become the greatest treasures.

Send cards to:
Marjanna (Janny)
c/o Kristy Robinett
6960 Orchard Lake Rd
Suite 302
West Bloomfield, MI 48322

The quiet after loss can be deafening. My hope is that when Janny opens these cards, she'll be reminded of how many lives Mikey touched and how deeply he is remembered. And it also offers her the love, hug, and remembrance to help her through some of dark days and nights.

And remember... this is a surprise. So let's keep our mission between us. ❤️

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04/07/2026

Thank you to everyone who has reached out with love, prayers, and condolences.

If you could continue to keep Mikey’s family in your thoughts as they begin to navigate a life without him physically here, I know it would mean so much.

They are very private people when it comes to social media, and I’ve always respected that and will continue to do so.

I’m not sure if you have conversations with your family and friends about the other side, the afterlife, funerals, or after-care wishes, but I do with mine. And I’m really grateful for that openness. Having those conversations matters. It brings clarity. It brings peace. And it removes the question marks during some of the most emotionally difficult times.

One thing that may seem ironic is that being involved in the paranormal community creates a wider net of awareness and conversation. Sometimes in dark, cold rooms, talking to spirits, the lines between worlds blur and people can become vulnerable. It was in those experiences that I found my people. My chosen family.

While chatting with spirits and chasing ghosts, you discover a lot about yourself and the people you allow into your life. You also come to understand that life is meant to be lived fully, so that the afterlife can be just as meaningful, filled with those memories.

I’ve always believed that death is just an address change. And even though the phone line may feel disconnected, it’s still there… just in a different way.

I’m so grateful for our misfit group of SUP. For the group chats. For the tears, the texts, and the inappropriate jokes that somehow help break through the grief.

And for the love that continues…

04/06/2026

Rest, Michael McClain. We weren’t ready and we love you.

On 4.6 at 12:02… heaven got a little brighter. And here, the world feels a little dimmer without you.

But knowing you…heaven didn’t stay quiet for long. You’ve probably already found your people, started a story, made someone laugh who didn’t expect to, and turned your afterlife into something magical.

That’s just who you are.

So while we sit here missing you… I know heaven is more alive, a little more chaotic, and definitely laughing… because Mikey is in it.

“I don’t think he likes me.”

“Who?” I asked.

“Pops.”

“He doesn’t even know you.”

Then I took a hard look. “Okay… the Jedi for Jesus shirt probably threw him off.”

“Fair,” he laughed. And that was how it began.

Chuck almost knocking him off a golf cart in Put-in-Bay.

Frankenmuth chicken dinners where we both agreed the potatoes tasted like cat pee… while Janny and Chuck looked at us like we had completely lost it.

Texting each other at the exact same second -
“Miss and love you both.”

To, “Hey, want to road trip somewhere next weekend?”

Making plans that, again, Janny and Chuck thought were insane… but eventually just accepted as part of their lives.

We met through our love of ghosts,
and somehow that turned into everything else… Disney, Niagara Falls, tasting desserts, chasing moments.

We became the Core 4. The kind of group you think you’ll always have more time with.

I’m scrolling through old photos and texts.

Laughing. Crying.

Mostly crying.

You weren’t just part of my story.
You were a favorite chapter.

I’ll miss you, bestie.