The story
It started with a familiar moment. A school form due at 9am, somewhere in last week's email thread. A grandparent's medication list that needed to be in three places at once. A child's passport scan that exists, you're sure of it, but is it in Drive, in Photos, in WhatsApp, or in the one folder you definitely-meant-to-clean-up-someday? The right document was always somewhere. The right version usually wasn't. And by the time you found it, the moment had passed.
We started building allme.life because we were tired of our families' lives being scattered across seven apps that were never speaking to each other. We wanted a private home for the school forms and the family photos and the grandparent's prescription and the children's school art — all in one place, searchable in seconds, with a quiet AI helper called Jerry who could pull together the answer to "what was the date of grandma's hospital appointment?" without needing to ask the entire family group chat. We wanted everything to stay in our family. Encrypted on the way in, encrypted on the way out, not visible to us, not sold to anyone. The home we built is the home we needed.