Roland M. Pintilie

Roland “Roli” Mihai Pintilie died November 5, 2013 at the age of 49 in his Falls Church, Virginia home. Born December 6, 1963 in Abrud, Romania and raised lovingly by his grandmother, Olga Madgesey (Mutus). Roland and his family immigrated to Texas in 1982 where he met the love of his life, Hope Mary Bludworth.

Roland and Hope re-located to Falls Church, Virginia in March 1987 where Roland accepted a position with BMW of Fairfax. His 25 year career was spent with various area BMW dealerships. Roland was highly respected and sought after for his technical expertise and exceptional people skills. Roland’s many accomplishments included photographing the Washington Capitals, Washington Redskins, Georgetown Hoyas, Legg Mason Tennis tournament, and coaching young people at The Four Star Tennis Academy in Falls Church, VA.

Roland had a lifelong love of all animals, especially his past cats Petie and Pikachu and current feline family Cedric and Romano, and with a tender spot for his best friends’ dog, Sophie and Roland’s Romanian dog, Pedro. Roland’s many passions included tennis, motorcycle riding, photography, skiing and scuba diving.

His charming and magnetic personality ensured that he was always surrounded by friends. Roland’s love of life and hearty laughter brought happiness and joy to everyone he met.

He is survived by Hope Bludworth, step-father Petre, brothers Dodeus and Oliver Manolescu, Aunt Edit and nephew Mihai Gligor, and very dear friends Dr. Andreas Kotsur, Marcelo Coelho, and Steve Maitland. The list of those he held dear would fill volumes.

The viewing will be held on Tuesday, November 12 from 2-4 and 6-8, and memorial service will be on Wednesday, November 13 at 2. Both services will be held at the National Funeral Home, 7482 Lee Hwy, Falls Church, VA 22042.

Those wishing to express a celebration of Roland’s life are asked to consider a donation in lieu of flower to the ASPCA.

- Cri-cri-cri,

Toamnă gri,

Nu credeam c-o să mai vii

Înainte de Crăciun,

Că puteam şi eu s-adun

O grăunţă cât de mică,

Ca să nu cer împrumut

La vecina mea furnică,

Fi'ndcă nu-mi dă niciodată,

Şi-apoi umple lumea toată

Că m-am dus şi i-am cerut...

Dar de-acuş,

Zise el cu glas sfârşit

Ridicând un picioruş,

Dar de-acuş s-a isprăvit...

Cri-cri-cri,

Toamnă gri,

Tare-s mic şi necăjït!