Quality vs Quantity

My husband lived only 59 years.  My father is alive at 82.  One never knows how long we have, but it got me to thinking.  Which is better:  59 good years or 82 years with the last years being sick?
 
I think my father is in the first stages of Alzehimers.  If this happened to me, I wouldn't want to continue on.  I'd perefer to go early like my DH.  He had an anuerysm.  He never knew he had one so he lived a full life, enjoying the things he wanted to enjoy.  He didn't spend his life with the uncertainty of disease.  he didn't spend his life running back and forwards to the hospital.  The pain of losing him at such a young age is terrible for me and the people who love him.  I hate it everyday, but from my husband's prospective, it is different.  We both belive in everlasting life.  He transitioned to Heaven right away.  There, he is happy, having never to suffer the fate that faces my father. And the memory he left is daughter is one of loving, not the constant battle and depression that  I face on a daily bases.
 
Hands down, for myself, I chose quality.